Hump.

((Totally unrelated side note: Am I the only person who finds this funny?I'm telling you, it's got 8th grader written all over it.))
What a dirty word, eh? Hump. Whoever called it Hump Day must not have taught middle schoolers. No matter what you call it, I'm glad to have the week on the downhill slide. Let's just hope it's not a crazy downward spiral of misery and depravity that skids to a halt in a mangled and writhing heap of waste and smoldering debris. (How's that for optimisimic outlook on the rest of the week?)
I'll only be at school for a half day tomorrow in order to get Jack to the pediatrician to have his eye (which has grown yet another sty) looked at. The bright side is that I'll only be at school for a half day tomorrow. The bad news is that I'll only be at school for a half day tomorrow. It's a double-edge sword, really. Sometimes the pleasure ain't worth the pain.
Well, DaddyP and I are watchng Convoy on MGM, circa 1978. Classic. Gotta go.