Indeed.

So yes.

I went to see Spiderman! Or, I was supposed to.

"Hey mom, you using the car tomorrow?"

"No, I'm not."

"Okay, I'm gonna watch Spiderman 3 with a few friends."

*The next morning*

"Okay, I'm going to go watch Spiderman. I'll be back later."

"Oh. I'm going to visit your grandma, then pick up your sister. I also have work this afternoon."

"But you said you weren't using the car."

"Well, I am. Take a bus. You can always see Spiderman tomorrow."

"My friends are busy. They have work. They won't be free until 2 weeks from now. Spiderman isn't going to stay in theatres forever."

"Well, you should have known I was going to work. I assumed you were going to use the car during the morning."

"I asked if you were using the car today, and you said no. What I assumed was that No meant No. I didn't know No meant Yes."


So there you have it. That was my day in a nutshell. Then I got sent out to scoop dog poop.

This is the opposite of suck.

Ah crap, there goes my summer, out the window, down the drain, into the cake, under the panda...

I attempted to clean my room the other day. I found many things hidden in odd places. There was a sock between my mattress and the bedframe. It was not my sock. There was also a box full of marbles. This threw me off because the box was clearly labelled 'Kinder Surprise', although I suppose marbles instead of chocoloate is somewhat of a surprise.

Rocket Strike Moon and our Spicy Chicken songs. What an unexpected twist in the middle of the night, especially the foray to the Burger King that claimed to be open until midnight but was merely just the drive-thru. And the burning, the burning deep within my bowels.

My phone buttons no longer work.