Miss Inertia: My mom gave us many rum and cokes. I felt no after effects.
Me: Except excessive croquet playing.
Miss Inertia: No, too wet. Badminton was set up instead.
Me: Rum should come with a warning label. "Warning: Consumption of rum may lead to playing polite British sports."
Miss Inertia: hehehehe
Me: "Warning: Consumption of rum may lead to conquering foreign cultures to acquire their cuisine."

Several minutes later:
Me: Dinner was fine, except I undercooked the chicken, and had to nuke pieces of it so that no one got Salmonella and DIED.
Miss Inertia: I'm sorry.
Me: Maybe my subconscious was trying to kill people through chicken.
Miss Inertia: I'd like to see that news report.
Me: "Woman's subconscious tries to kill dear friends through undercooked chicken. Our in depth report: are your friends trying to kill you? Then, at 6, the new warning labels on rum: what you need to know."

I would like to say I have some of the loveliest friends a girl could ever have. You are sweet, wonderful, kind, and generous. How I got so lucky to have you all in my life, I don't know.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

Love,
Kat

Who are looking for new jobs, trying to improve their current jobs, trying to get into grad school, dealing with grad school, studying for exams and end of term stuff... here's a big, huge

Good Luck!!
Love, Kat