This is why I should never smile

I have the nerve to be in a good mood yesterday, conplete with decent night's sleep and nutritious meals. This is probably why my cell phone decided to barf up its kidneys on me this morning, leaving the people I speak to unable to hear me. Swellsie-pants, another random $50 expense. Thank you, Universe, for monogramming that one for me. Needless to say until this matter gets tidied (tomorrow at the earliest), I will not be reachable telephonically, unless you go through rafaela; best instead to use the written media.

Meanwhile, rafaela has been afflicted with a rather nasty Pocky addiction. This may or may not have been my fault. Nothing to see here. Move along.

Oh, and just to share something we've been seeing around the parking lot, I share with you the most codependent Christian bumper sticker ever: "Jesus died, so he wouldn't have to live without you." Good gravy. I think Jesus could use a good therapist.

Sentences that use the words "floop" and "boingy"

Aaaand by some unexplained miracle, the cell is a-working again. Yippie-skippie! It's still only hanging on by a half a hinge, so a replacement is probably still in order, but at least it doesn't have to be replaced at this exact frickin' moment, which is refreshing. So, once again taking calls, glory be, although I'm likely not the most coherent conversation partner on the block, as I took an as-needed prescription medication that shall remain anonymous not too long ago, and let's just say that it's making the room do interesting things (mostly of a rotational nature). It was warranted, but there are reasons I don't make a habit of this. Wheeee!

We pause now for a handy tip: facial hair + bubble gum = train wreck in progress. Thank you.