now I must wash my hair, which got icky deck goo on it...

So I was scrubbing the back porch (see prev, though it was friends locked, hm...), and remembering suddenly that there was a time when I was a kid and decided to play Cinderella, and got out that very scrub brush, and a tacky kid-sized plastic bucket, and voluntarily scrubbed the laundry room floor. I'm pretty sure it only happened once...

And I was listening to "Cadillacs & Whiskey" the other day, and thinking that you know, if I had the kind of money other people buy cadillacs with, I would have gone to grad school already. In fact, ideally tuition costs should be about the same as I paid for my matrix.

For some reason these two anecdotes are related in my mind...