Tired and drunk.

So we were on our way back from Kansas City Saturday night/Sunday morning, and we had finally gotten onto the Island. We were going through the light just before Tim Horton's when we saw a car speeding down the road. It swerved into the wrong lane, and headed straight for us. We screamed inside our heads and watched the car race toward us, then quickly swerve to the left, missing us by the skin of their teeth. After calming down, the nurse asked, "What do you think guys...tired, or drunk?" to which the restaurant worker irritably replied, "Both!" It would have been sadly ironic had they hit us after we safely drove eighteen hours without a hitch. Sadly ironic indeed...but they didn't. So now it's just a funny story.

Blisters and Bunions

Our feet hurt. Why? Because we wore the ridiculous nylons with the annoyingly slidy heels to look "official". We then marched our way from the car, across the slidy mezzanine floors, that are buffed and polished to high heaven, onto the sticky carpet, and then back again. Altogether not a terribly long walk without the ridiculous nylons, but with them OWW! It was like crossing the Mohave desert barefoot. So, lesson number 1, relearned. We will NOT wear those ridiculous nylons with the annoyingly slidy heels to look "official" again. Will NOT!

Duh...

So we went to the store to buy a gps. We couldn't find them.

Asian.

We woke up this morning and couldn't see very well, so we looked in the mirror. We noticed something different about ourselves. We looked very Asian. A lot more Asian than usual. We leaned in to take a closer look and saw that our eyelids were swollen, making our eyes narrower and appear slightly more tilted. We are very happy that this is not permanent, as the world seemed as narrow as our eyes. Our eyes are almost back to normal now, and we feel sorrow and joy. Joy that we can see clearly now, the rain is gone, and sorrow that we are back to looking as white as we normally do.

Late! Late! For a very important date!

So I went to go pick up my friend the unemployed. And on the way I got stuck in a traffic jam, as there was an accident on the bridge. After it cleared I continued on my merry way, until I got slowed in another jam down by the river! This one didn't last long though and so I continued, once again, on my merry way. After I picked up Unemployed, we drove back in the direction I had came, and in so doing got stopped by a train! We would have got stopped again by the train, however some quick maneuvering allowed us to slip through 'un-noticed.' I think. So anyway, we hit one last jam right before the bridge, and then, when we had almost made it safely back, all of a sudden, a gigantic T-rex hopped out of nowhere and took a nice sized chunk out of my trunk!!!!!!!!!! And you know what he said? (Insert voice from 'The Robinsons' here). "I'm sorry, I was trying to cross the road and you were in my way! I have a big head and little arms, which did you think I was going to use??"

Yeah. Thats why we were late. :)

With apologies to Mr. Alvarez...

Couple of interesting things happened to us today. We were babysitting our cousins earlier and the little one was wearing a dress, and, as three year olds do, she kept pulling it up over her head. At one point we told her to put her dress down because it was not lady-like. The older brother, who is six, said, "Yeah, and it's also disgusting," to which we replied, "Which means it's not lady-like, because ladies are not 'disgusting'." He came back with, "No, but men are. I'm the exception, though."
When we got home, we tried to sign onto our blogsite and discovered that our password was not working. After several frustrated attempts, we entered our e-mail into the password recovery site and were asked the secret question. However, this secret question had to do with frequent flyer milage. Or something like that. We realized that we were accidentally trying to get onto the Alex Alvarez's blog who is NOT a 008. We are hoping that Mr. Alvarez can still log on even though we unknowingly tried to hack his account. We are sorry.