Dropping acid
Literally.
While I was on the phone wishing Mom a Happy Mother's Day, one of the batteries in my wireless mouse decided to rupture, leaking some weird tannish liquid all over my desk and onto my hand. I'm sure that there have been fabulous advances in the realm of battery chemistry, but I'm reasonably sure that whatever ionic sludge is in here is still corrosive, as the exposed parts of my hand started burning something terrible.
And of course, the batteries are of the AAA size, of which I have none extra sitting around.
Now, you may ask, what does this have to do with talking to my Mom on Mother's Day? Why, nothing, of course. Nothing is Mom's fault. Not one darn thing.
Happy Mother's Day. Love you, Mom!
While I was on the phone wishing Mom a Happy Mother's Day, one of the batteries in my wireless mouse decided to rupture, leaking some weird tannish liquid all over my desk and onto my hand. I'm sure that there have been fabulous advances in the realm of battery chemistry, but I'm reasonably sure that whatever ionic sludge is in here is still corrosive, as the exposed parts of my hand started burning something terrible.
And of course, the batteries are of the AAA size, of which I have none extra sitting around.
Now, you may ask, what does this have to do with talking to my Mom on Mother's Day? Why, nothing, of course. Nothing is Mom's fault. Not one darn thing.
Happy Mother's Day. Love you, Mom!
posted by Mikey at 11:31 PM
15 Comments:
awesome feeling to know your mother reads this and I've said inumerable inappropriate things, especially within the foul language area.
Dear Mom,
washing mouth out with soap as I type this - very tasty.
blushes in shame,
as I probably should
lol
kat
:)
Well, to tell you the truth, we're all a little bit jaded. You've shattered a number of sensitivities with such language, and broken a number of stereotypes, i.e., genteel Southern women, and being a youth minister no less!!!!
S'okay, though. I consider the comments to be neutral ground.
Don't change for us.
I can honestly say I've never had a battery rupture ON me. Weird. Also, after reading your title...perhaps this whole writing business would be a lot more fun through a psychedelic haze...It would probably be an awful dissertation in the end, but at least it would have pretty colors, man. Whoa.
Also, Attack Badgers.
Well, to tell you the truth, we're all a little bit jaded.
wow, is this really true??
You've shattered a number of sensitivities with such language
but shattered is such a strong word!
and broken a number of stereotypes, i.e., genteel Southern women
this one is easily explained - I'm a yankee military brat who is definately not a southern woman
and being a youth minister no less!!!!
yeh, not sure how I got the job either! but my boss knows how I am, I think he prays for me after he has laughed with/at me. (we're more friends than boss/employee)so!
lest I fain to be something I'm not, no holds barred I apologize to your mother, again, (which isn't appropriate etiquette) and everyone here bringing disillision and potential mental breaks due to my less conservative choice of words sometimes.
...calling my therapist.
sniffels.
wiping nose on arm.
...thought I was serious, huh?
kat
still haven't put in long-term memory either that definitely is not spelled with an 'a'.
and sniffles - not snif-fels
pardon moi s'il vois plait
gracias
Joojooflop! Swut! Turlingdrome!
BELGIUM!
kat - I was just teasing :) And don't learn to spell correctly just for us hee hee
Dave - The latest studies have been inconclusive. There is a possibility that the mouse circuitry caused the battery to rupture. 'Cause the darn thing doesn't work at all now, with fresh batteries. How I loved my wireless mouse.
And the attack badgers were nice, but they didn't stand a chance against my attack penguin, Hank. If only Hank had the motivation to go next door...
Kinjo - Again, and I confess that I'm slow, I don't get it :(
that would be an ebonics mental break - unless I was reading the wrong chart. n'est pas?
at least that's my interpretation
and a good mental break at that
ciao fellas
off to court 9am Weds
(heavy foot)
kat
What the zark do you mean you don't get it?
Listen to the audio.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/guide/belgium.shtml
Yes, I am a geek.
I'm so ashamed. I should have known that.
that's funny - nice work - I totally missed it myself, though I've never seen Hitchikers...so, don't plead guilty to a speeding ticket, lesson learned, unless you want to pay out of your ass for it. Tough life lessons by the katster.
kat(thank goodness for lawyer friends-are you kidding me????)
dang! foul-language again!
Kat, you plead guilty to a speeding ticket when you could have plead not guilty, wasted an additional day of work to challenge it in traffic court and paid anyway when the witness cop showed up with his RADAR calibration reports? You fool! Don't you realize that full blown legal proceedings are your birthright as a 'Merican, regardless of controversy or guilt? You silly silly person.
Seriously though, move to Boston. You can't get a ticket if you ask for one. The highways are so gridlocked you couldn't possibly let it loose.
yeh, kinjo, yeh, I know - it was an awful and overwhelming experience as I've never been in a courtroom besides as a potential juror who was subsequently dismissed from consideration because I was a music major - it was an oil field case, I'd have had zero clue what they were all talking about.
I think my dog will be having puppies tonight or tomorrow sometimes - we should have babies by the middle of next week at the latest - nervous mama!
g'night y'all
kat
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