Can we fix it? Yes we can!

Mood: alrighty
Music: the clash - white riot

I just had a Bob the Builder moment where I was overcome with the entrepreneurial flare.

This morning (afternoon) when my brother got up, he stepped on the hair straightening iron and broke it, which sent my wire-haired mother into a fit because OH MY GOD HOW CAN I EVER STEP OUTSIDE AGAIN WITHOUT RITUALISTICALLY PERFECTED HAIR!?!?
And so it was straight to the salon to drop a hundred dollars that we don't really have on a brand-spankin'-new hair ritual utensil. She then informed my brother that he would be contributing $40 towards it because he stepped on it, and me that I would also be contributing $40 because apparently I give off the impression of someone who owns a money tree.

Anywhoo. It took me all of five minutes and a blue elastic band to return the broken instrument back to a functioning state. ...Which, had my mother the tendancy in trying times to think more with her head and less with her hair, would have saved us $100.

Dum dee dum! That's my shining moment for you.

Also - today at Driver's Ed. I climbed into a body bag. And then I climbed out of it - what a bonus!! We had to create a car accident scenerio where half the class were 'casualties' and half were 'paramedics'. The instructor had this gross little bag of fake body parts and injuries, like a fake slab of burned skin and some eyeballs and whatnot. So I volunteered to be a dead person who flew through the window because they weren't wearing a seatbelt. ...I was a little cheesed off because the 'paramedics' didn't even check my pulse to see that I was dead, which was quite unprofessional in my opinion. Plus, they were taking forever... so I got a little angsty and started pelting them with eyeballs. He he!

Mmm. I'm in the mood to make a pizza.

Solong, farewell.