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Your Wednesday Bullet Points! They be that which The Sheep gives when she be too busy and too tired to put together anything that makes any sort of sense...

*I just heard the eleven o'clock news teaser. The nice weatherman says, "Another winter storm is bearing down on us." I'll just let that piece of April Information speak for itself.

*I still haven't done my taxes. This has become something of a game for me at this point. Deep down I know it's a mistake. And yet I can't seem to stop playing...

*My night class was rife with hacking, coughing, sneezing and snuffling tonight. It sounded like a T.B. ward. The professor noted that we all seemed rather quiet and wondered if we might be just a bit tired. As it is the week before school vacation, I'm sure that was part of it. But I have to wonder if, perhaps, our "deer in the headlights" demeanor had more to do with the fact that we were all pondering the irony of our getting sick the week before school vacation. I know that's what I was doing.

*My professor really liked my finished socks. Seriously...she is sooooo cool.

*I am unable to count the number of times today I had to say the words, "Yes, I am aware of the current recall on my make of vehicle. I am looking into it. Meanwhile, why don't you all just cross your fingers on my behalf and send up a little prayer that the stupid thing just catches fire and burns like a blazing torch of Sheepie satisfaction. I don't care anymore." However...

*I stopped off on the way home from class to pick up some marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate bars so that I can use the heat from the blaze whip up some s'mores to offer the fire and rescue workers when they arrive on the scene to extinguish both truck and Sheep. One may have reached the point of utter defeat and still maintain a sense of decorum about the whole thing. However...

*I can't have any s'mores. The visit to the doctor last Friday revealed a startling weight gain and a rise in the blood pressure. We're only talking 7 pounds. But we need to be careful here. It is a slippery slope. I blame the motor vehicle manufacturing industry. They drove me to the black and white cookies. (It's not like I could drive myself, after all) I am diligently monitoring the sweets, resolving to do the workouts with a bit more gusto and looking into a lawsuit seeking damages from the car fixy place in order that I might finance new jeans with a more accommodating waistband and a membership at the gym.

*Two of the offending pounds have since been removed. They have gone to live somewhere else. I do not miss them. I do, however, miss the black and white cookies.

*Did I mention the snowstorm?



Have a happy Wednesday, people! I'm off to sip some liquid cold medicine, enjoy a tasty glass of low-fat chocolate milk and throw darts at a picture of my truck.

SA