Swollen

I had to leave work today at lunch due to an over abundance of moistures that would not stop exiting my nose and eyes no matter how many comforting words Gretchen said to me.  This was related to the over abundance of snot that ended up in my hair last night.  I used my time curled up on the couch with Clark licking my face for comfort to catch up on the new season of the Real Housewives of Orange County.  

Life Lessons from the Real Housewives of Orange County:

• A bracelet with a key will fix a relationship.  (Note to self:  purchase a bracelet with key.)
• I clearly don't have enough plastic surgery to make it on the show.
• Nor do I have enough hair.
• Wine solves problems.
• At the risk of sounding conceited and elitist, I think I'm much too smart to be on the Real Housewives of Orange County.  I mean, I do know my home phone number.

I am very concerned that I am going to settle on being a Real Housewife of Atlanta; which comes with its own concerns.   On the plus side, I'm pretty sure I have my gay friend already lined up.

Speaking of which, my snot filled afternoon on the couch led me to what could be my new favorite TV show: RuPaul's Drag Race.  I only watched snippets, but it was fierce.

In other random news:

My new replacement laptop arrived today.  I was too concerned with snot to even bring it home and see what Lion OS has to offer me.

Before the snot cameth forth, I led fourth period all the way to other side of campus to the computer lab.  When we left my room I said, "Nobody should get there after me because I am slow."  And the final results of the fourth period race to the computer lab were:  I kicked pretty much everyone's ass including three kids on the track team.  I was so fast some kids accused me of getting a ride.  I said, "You guys are escargots on crutches and let an invalid beat you.  You are losers."  Yep, I did.  I told the kids they were losers.  Because I kicked their butts.  Really.  Who walks slower than someone recovering from back surgery?  High school students.  Unless they're going towards free food.  I probably wouldn't have beat them then.  I did tell them that I was going to log it in my miles, but I forgot to turn on the gps tracker.  Due to my incredible win, I have made it a multiple choice test question on the interro demain:  Qui est la plus rapide dans la classe de Français?:  1.  Mlle Thompson 2.  Mlle Thompson 3.  Mlle Thompson.  And since we're doing it in Google Docs-- it's a required field.