I have a rather wacked theory about the origin of my back pain; the theory is too bizarre to share here but I will admit that it involves an existential voodoo doll of sorts.
That is all I am willing to say about that.
Speaking of things that I don't want to talk about: The Teenager got in trouble at school today. Her transgression involved her least favorite teacher and the Harlem Shake. I don't suppose I have to tell you that the teacher was not the one doing the shaking.
I was pretty upset about the whole thing, until...
....in an effort to help me put things into perspective, the universe granted me a client who was picked up for possession of marijuana while still on probation.
Marijuana possession vs. detention for dancing in class...hmmm...message received, universe.
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