I saw this older middle-aged lady (who might actually be 50+, but I’m really bad at guessing ages) at the doctor’s office today wearing a low-cut tank top that said, “If tits were brains, I’d be a genius”. Indeed…

On another note, the semester is finally over, the grades recorded,  and I think I’m finally starting to recover from the worst semester I’ve ever had.

On yet another note, I got a letter from the AARP a few days ago asking why I hadn’t registered with them, even though I was “fully eligible.” Kinda depressing… I guess 22 is the new 50.

On yet another note, I’ve noticed that it’s really, really hard to find chicken-shaped cookie cutters. When I was younger, my brother and I would use a chicken-shaped cookie cutter at Christmas (along with other, more seasonally-appropriate cutters), with me cutting out the cookies… and my brother chopping off their heads. (I’m still mad about that, by the way!) Now, it just doesn’t seem like Christmas without the chicken-shaped cookies, so I’ve been looking everywhere for one. I’ve found every other shape EXCEPT chickens. What kind of world is it when there are no chicken-shaped cookie cutters to be found?!