Friday, July 27, 2007

The Metaphysics of Free Will

While doing the laundry a few minutes ago, I took a huge whiff of my husband's dirty underwear in an attempt to confirm that it had already been washed (it had not). What was I thinking? Needlesss to say, I am now extremely nauseous and will likely function significantly below my usual unproductive norm for the rest of the morning as I recover.

I was going to blog about something extraordinary, but now my head is clogged. Too bad. Well, in any case, have a lovely weekend everyone.

3 comments:

Butt Phuckington said...

What a delightful story! That twist in the middle really threw me for a loop. But now I suppose you see why I chose not to go commando yesterday.

On the other hand, virtually everything makes Sarah extremely nauseous. Taking more than four bites of any food item stirs her stomach, and I'm pretty sure argyle triggers her gag reflex. For her, saying something makes her nauseous is like a normal person saying they are indifferent to or perhaps slightly fond of something. So maybe the underwear really weren't that gross.

sarah said...

Touche.

Alison said...

I think it's amazing that you can make nasty smelling underwear of Jesse's sound so poetic haha