Andi says I'm evil.
After work tonight, I stopped at a Fleet Farm, a combination Hardware/lumber/ag store in this area.
As I was at the till, they rang up my order, "Ten sixty six."
I immediately said "Battle of Hastings."
The two teenagers running the checkout Looked puzzled.
"Don't mind me, it's my brain, I sometimes make connections with numbers and years."
"Oh!" says one of them, "are you a history teacher or something?"
No, I replied, just the way my brain makes associations.
One of them gave example of their birthdate came up once.
Then as I signed my credit card slip, I decided to have a bit of fun, "Well, 1066 is a famous date in any case. battle of Hastings, you know, when England defeated the Normans." and walked out smiling.
I hope they don't have it on a test someday...
Codiene~ma to you, Hil. I hope you get a decent night's rest so you can cope better tomorrow.
Dana, going downstairs is the best choice. You really did have to.
OK, going to bed now. Ankle still hurts, but I need to get on a better sleep schedule, so I'll read for a while until I can get to sleep.
I immediately said "Battle of Hastings."
Hubby and I do that! If it's a 4-digit number beginning with 1 or lower, we try to come up with the historical reference. It's fun pulling out "Sack of Lindisfarne" at the cash register.
Can't sleep. Too much hurt. Also, hungry.
edit: hmm. Late night search through my kitchen led to chickpea salad -- canned chickpeas, mashed a little with a fork, mixed with mayo. It would be better with some carrot, but this works. I saw a recipe once that had carrot and celery and something else and also some crumbled seaweed that was supposed to give it a fishy taste like tuna salad.
Hmm. I could see that. Maybe capers?
Can I ask why we're cheering the nuns in this situation, exactly? I'm all for health care reform, but the bill in it's current state (Stupak amendment intact) is pretty visciously anti-choice, which this group of nuns sees as a plus. They're campaigning on a platform of "this health care bill definitely won't pay for abortions, YAY!" Ew.
Gronklies. My ankle is killing me. I'm trying crutches for today, to see how that goes.
I just came in, but I think it wasn't so much, "YAY Nuns!" but "Fuck Stupak" for saying when he wants to talk about abortion, he talks to the Bishops (who are, you know, all men).
Stupak is a giant asshole.
I took my 50% as long as normal to get to work this morning (an extra 30 minutes). And, after Castle ROck (for those familiar with CO), there was a huge slow down going down a big hill on a sheet of ice. I, of course, was driving Joe's car which doesn't handle ice so well. Thankfully, I used my "I learned to drive in MN before anti-lock brakes" driving techniques and managed to avoid an accident. Still, after my friend died on Monday in a car accident made worse by icy roads, I was very freaked out.
