Corrupt orphans screwed with my computer last night. For reals. They were obviously upset with Michigan State Senator Bruce Caswell, who recently proposed that money set aside for clothes for Michigan’s foster children should only be spent at thrift stores like Salvation Army and Goodwill. (Story here, courtesy of (and with commentary by) Nancy Nall.)
I’m not kidding about the corrupt orphans, though. I tried to boot up my computer this morning, and it got stuck. I called my handy live-in IT guy to fix it. He helped those poor orphans out. Very competent, that guy. I think I’ll keep him around.
You should be so proud of me. I just got back from a long walk with dogs and started dinner. Dinner will only take ten minutes, but I’m hungry NOW and I want to munch. To graze. To eat food high in calories and not good for me. Like those candy-coated chocolate eggs that are my favorite Easter candy ever. Or chips. (Not as exciting, but STILL. Chips.) I resisted the urge and reached instead for – wait for it (this is where you should be proud of me) – baby carrots.
I’ll wait for the cheers and applause to die down.
Yes, instead of pounding down delightfully tasty treats with no nutritional value, I’m chomping on crunchy orange CUTE little carrots, chock full of vitamins and other healthy things. They only occasionally remind me of toddler fingers. Or my own thumbs. Not at all disturbing.