I can blow almost ANYTHING out of proportion.
Case in point: yesterday's post. I stand by what I said, but I want the world to know that Owen's teacher is one of the good ones. She's smart. Warm. Caring. Creative.
Owen thinks the world of her.
I think she just had a bad day yesterday. We're all entitled.
I love, though, all the support and love you passed on in your comments. Momma-bears unite!
This is another thing that I blow out of proportion:
That's totally not what I meant. Sickos.
I mean, really? Really?
I took this picture at a red light, so I couldn't zoom in any closer. Trust me when I say this: there were veins on it. Veins!!!!
This, sadly, is not the only car I've seen um, adorned in such a fashion. It's a local thing. Maryland: home of the Blue Crab, Old Bay Seasoning, and Plastic Testicles.
When my boys ask me about them someday, I will reply, "You want to know what those are? That is what we call overcompensation."
Here's another thing I'm blowing out of proportion. Blogger is messing with my business again. I just spent five minutes--FIVE MINUTES, PEOPLE--setting up a Picasa album so I could download that lovely shot for your viewing pleasure. I had to load the thing to Picasa, and then fetch it for you.
I know nobody cares about this, but it bothers me.
However, I can download video, apparently, so I will link one up right now, just because I can:
Some blogs end with a funny point that ties it all together. Some blogs cause you to laugh, and think. I'll just leave you with a picture, because I enjoy complicated activities almost as much as I enjoy banging my head against a wall.
I'm drinking a glass of milk, pretending to be The Dude from The Big Lebowski.
This is from a failed blog entry that never happened because it was just stupid, not funny. Plus, the picture is less than flattering.
Now, since the picture is already downloaded, you get to see it.