sunday bloody sunday

so today was big news. the toilet in my bathroom flooded this morning. jeff had to fix it. there was water, literally, all over my bathroom. every single towel that i own and two of anna and jeff's beach towels were used in the clean-up efforts. hopefully, there won't be any looting or anything in the aftermath of the chaos.

bad joke, probably, but not necessarily.

here we go, a good joke from melissa bank:

"i was told that there were separate dishes for meat and milk, but i kept forgetting which was for which. one morning, when i was eating breakfast, naomi came in and her mouth opened in what looked like a shriek. instead, one of her ultra-white hands went up to her black hair, as though to calm her crazy self down.
'what?' i said.
i had been eating my cereal out of a meat bowl.
when i offered to wash it out, she just stared at me.
i said, 'what if i used really, really hot water?'
she said the bowl would have to be thrown away, which seemed a little extreme, but as the criminal i wasn't in a position to choose the bowl's punishment."

funny funny funny. copyright infringement? no, i don't think so. i give credit to melissa bank, and i like to think that she'd be happy about this. i would, if it was me. i'd be so stoked.

quotation station

ok, so there's been a lot of stuff lately. none of it terribly important, but the sheer volume of it has been impressive.

here's something funny from melissa bank:

"I was suddenly enraged. I remembered the Foxes ganging up on anyone who was alone during recess. I thought of their regular victims: Richie, who was pale and thin, they called "Queer"; Sheralynn, who was shy, "Weird"; and Charles, who was retarded, "Retarded."

so there we are. i have so much stuff going on that i'm resorting back to blogging with other people's words.