Monday, February 15, 2010


A tribute to the late Azeem.

Me: I love you more than Azeem.
Randi:No, Azeem loves me more. Know why? Because I feed him.
Me: That's your job.
Randi: I don't feed you.
Me: I feed you. Does Azeem feed you?
Randi: He might. If the Apocalypse came early.
Me: You would eat Azeem?
Randi: Maybe.
Me: Have you seen his bottle? I mean, bowl?
Randi: Hey! I cleaned it! Yesterday.
Me: He's swimming in his own poop.
Randi: I'd clean it again.
Me: You'd clean it again? That seems counterproductive...

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Well, Look What I Can Do Now!

I can blog from my dashboard!!!  I know it is amazing and yet so simple.  The only thing I have to say is that cheerleaders are chemistry's bane.