If someone is having stomach issues, the last thing I would expect them to say is "I'm feeling a little irregular". Who the heck says that? There are more acceptable responses then that. Just once I'd like to hear someone on an Activia commercials say something like, "I'm sorry Chloe, but I can't go into the pool -- I've been suffering from violent diarrhea lately".

The bleeding ears and gnashing of teeth has stopped - and more importantly, I can come back into the A/C. Phew.

So I finally decided to bring my car in for an emissions inspection (mine expired in June 2008). I signed the little sheet and sat down to wait my turn. After a few minutes, a lady comes in with a small child (I'd guess maybe 2 years old). Now, if this was a well-behaved little boy, then there'd be no point in writing this post; as you can probably guess from the post title, this little kid was a screamer. Well, not really even a screamer - more like a shreiker. I mean it was ear splitting. I took about 10 minutes of it before I got up and walked to the Dairy Queen to not only escape the beast, but to also have an ice cream cone.

I walked back and could hear the kid from about 50 yards out...there's no way I was going back inside to risk frying my brain from the child from hell. I found a picnic table under a shady tree and decided to take my chances outside with the heat and my ice cream cone. Now here I am sweating it out...but at least it's quiet. Good thing my car is next in line.

Amanda pointed out that I was leaving the entire world in suspense as to the outcome of my little postal experiment. All three of the RSVPs I dropped in the various postal boxes arrived last Saturday -- goes to show how full of crap that postal worker was.