I've had a recurring dream over the last few nights that Jennifer is trying to sell me Discovery Toys.

Stop it! Noooo!

Also, for some reason, I've been flashing back to a few favorite memories from high school:

In my fourth year Spanish class, we were all a bunch of slackers. Our teacher, who was a very good teacher, had been frustrated with our lack of study, our inability to manipulate verbs...and had been since day one. Our final quarter, she threw her hands into the air and said "Your assignment is to translate a song or poem into Spanish and perform it in front of the class." To this day, I don't remember what I did, but I have happy, giggle-inducing memories of my classmate Jube's performance.

He translated "Bad To The Bone" into "Mal Al Hueso"

Ma-ma-ma-ma-mal. Mal al hueso.

The other thing that keeps sneaking up on me is the time my friend Jason got in trouble for some marching band hi-jinks. He somehow convinced the entire band to put a stinger-note on the Star Spangled Banner.

And the hoooooome of the braaaaaaave! (Dun!)

Raging Dorkitude.