Mar. 2nd, 2011

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So I'm curling last night, as I do on Tuesdays. I follow my first shot up, one end, and go back to stand on the boards with my vice, who is in high school. One of us moves in such a way that my broom handle bumps into her leg. I make the immediately obvious crowbar-to-the-knee joke - and only a moment later realize that this child is too young to remember Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan. She confirms that she is too young to remember this, but she's heard of it because people keep referring to it; and then, dudes, it turns out that she was born in 1994 and her birthday is in March, meaning my vice-skip is younger than the Tonya Harding-Nancy Kerrigan affair.

I haven't felt so old since my students didn't know Paula Abdul had ever been a singer.

uh-oh.

Mar. 2nd, 2011 05:42 pm
fox: my left eye.  "ceci n'est pas une fox." (Default)
I stopped in at Dunkin Donuts on my way home from work this afternoon, and before I'd reached the front of the line, the man placed a large blueberry white hot chocolate on the counter (and then only charged me for a medium). I think ... I may be a regular?

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