My daughter is going to Trinity University tomorrow and Friday to study for the SAT courtesy of Princeton University. I guess they pick the highest 50 P-SAT scores (edit – in her district/school, whatever.Â I don’t know the exact criteria) and work with them. For free. Very cool. But she has gotten a progressively worse sore throat throughout the day. Right now she can’t even speak. Usually I would welcome this (just kidding – she IS a typical 16 year old girl, but I do like talking to her!)
I went to Church’s Fried Chicken (I prefer KFC, but it’s a mile further away). I was teasing the lady at the drive through that I preferred the KFC mashed potatoes and gravy. She took offence and told me, “You go to you KFC then – you gittin no chicken here“! And she closed the drive through window. Soup Nazi!? I’m glad I hadn’t given her any money. I got no chicken today.
I am beta testing a natural foods delivery service (really). I picked up my box of vegetables from the front porch and took it in to the kitchen to rinse off the veggies. They were filled with fire ants and I got a half dozen bites before I realized it (note – I am sure these came from my yard, not the company – I’ve been fighting these damn fire ants for three months now). My right pinky finger is swollen now, and larger than my thumb (in diameter).
So I am hoping my daughter feels well enough to take advantage of this opportunity tomorrow.
I’m hoping the swelling goes down on my pinky finger, because I (usually) use it when typing.
And I am eating left-over pizza – because there wasn’t any chicken for me today. And when I get a craving for fried chicken, nothing else can satisfy me.
I hate hump-day.