Thoughts only a blog could love

Or, as people like to say, "randoms".

1. I decided the number of the dork is 222. I figured if the beast has a code, then I should get one too.

Why 222?

I don't know, it just seemed right and that's what dorks do -- they pick arbitrary crap, assign a meaning, laugh because they think they think it's really really funny and then move on to the next dorky thought adventure.

222 it is.

2. A peek into my neurosis: Today I had to restrain myself from getting on the girl scout bus to talk to Winnie about her tennis shoes because I was afraid they might kill her.

You see, at day camp the kids need swim shoes if they are going to swim and they can use old tennis shoes if they don't have the swimmers. I gave Winnie a crappy pair of slide-on tennis shoes and one was ripped a little. As I walked away from the bus I started thinking about how awkward it would be to swim with tennis' on and then I thought of that ripped one falling off and of Winnie trying to save it. She's an okay swimmer, but I'm not sure about how she would do getting all panicked about losing a shoe and trying to dive after it.

So bad, I wanted to get on that bus and say, "If that shoe falls off, just let it go -- one of the PA's will help you find it -- but it's an old shoe, just let it sink."

...and then of course I have to do the thought erase so it won't really happen. Serious -- I'll have a morbid thought like that and I'll take a freaked out breath out loud and my hand flies up and erases the thought from my imaginary chalk board.

So if you ever see some lady walking and she suddenly grabs her heart and starts erasing the air -- it's probably me.

3. I love the smell of diesel fuel. Perhaps that explains my second random, but probably not -- it's not like I'm huffing it. I just love when Rich comes home and it's on his clothes -- greasy diesel smell -- yum. It's almost as good as stinky, oily boat motor smell.