I never said I had to elaborate on anything, ok? :)

My sister seems to think she has called me an "arse" at some point within the last four months or so. I am certainly in the habit of writing down amusing things that she says. Like these wonderful gems:

"Oh my god this is good pudding!"

"Get your feet off me. You're making the computer blow up."

"I keep thinking that if I stand too close to the bed that Elvis's hand is going to reach out and pull me under there and Hitler is going to come marching in with his skin all oozy and rotting and his mustache will still be intact and that way we will be sure that it is Hitler."

"No seriously, my spleen is gone. Where's my spleen?"

What can I say? She's a funny kid. But I do not recall her ever calling me an "arse". I'm sure she has plenty of American insults to throw at me.

Although, I did have a dream last night in which I was eating cotton candy at an amusement park with Prince Charles. But he left when Princes William and Harry showed up and they started hiking up a giant sand dune. I just threw my cotton candy in a garbage can. Then I woke up. I'm not really sure what that has to do with anything. I like the British. They gave the world the Beatles and Absolutely Fabulous. That's good stuff.

Well, in all technicality, I should go to bed. Tomorrow I should continue the job search. I really don't trust that online application thingamabob, and Sears?? Hmmm... :-P

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