Mostly I just sit at home for a few days, nursing my wounds in private, and then get out of bed and go back into life. There is nothing more to do without becoming violent myself. Then where would I be? Looking like this, which doesn't seem so bad.
This summer, I worked at Oakcrest LDS Girl's Camp (fret not, I won't get
all 'camp counselor' on you right now). On weekends, my sister and brother-in-law
kindly agreed to let me shack up with them. This meant extended time with the
fore-mentioned adorable nephews. During this time, Scott was having a hard time keeping his fists to himself during nursery at church, so I thought this would be an excellent
time to teach him a great life skill. Spell casting.
"Stupify!" "Petr(mumble)ficus Totallis!" This kid is awesome, okay. He is getting so good
at it, and it seemed to be helping with the hitting issue. Now he gets in trouble because people
think he is saying 'stupid' to the other kids. Ignorant parents, haven't you seen
Harry Potter? This kid is the coolest thing to ever happen!
Long story short, I've also been using this technique lately. Yes, I cast
spells at people in my head when I feel like hitting them. Sometimes I even point at them nonchalantly with my finger, for aim.
Today was one of those days.
If I had carried my wand with me today, two people would be stunned, four would be floating in the air, and one dead. Bummer.
But on a lighter note,
I heard/saw a construction worker singing at the top of his lungs
today on my walk to school. It was
quite the event!
Although this might have sounded like a lot of negative, you have no idea how much fun I've been having today. In my head. Everyone thinks I'm crazy, and rightfully so-- I am. But I love it, and I wouldn't have it any other way!
these are a just a few of my favorite things.