The Compiled Daily Minutia... (Thanks Daniel... Thanks.)

Hokay, instead of waxing poetic, as is my nature to do... or recounting some frightening story... I think I'll actually do a blog entry, for once. Like, really. Where you talk about your pointless life? Yepp.

Last night we had an explosion in the kitchen. It was pretty awesome, actually; although for some reason, my mom was mad about her pyrex pan getting shattered. She glared at me when I suggested we try to re-create the situation and then film it, too.

It all began when my sister, Rachel, took the brownies out of the oven and set them on top of the stove... on a burner. A burner which my mom had left on.

Minutes later........ BAM! We heard the thing literally explode. Strange, huh? I would expect cracking, yes... splitting, probably... but EXPLODING? Hmmm.

My brother, Luke, was just starting to walk near the kitchen when it happened. If he'd walked in five seconds sooner, I'm pretty sure he'd have a nicely disfigured face... and glass shards sticking out of his eyeballs.

At any rate, that's neither here nor there. Today has been rather uneventful. Thanks to my late-night blogging (something that will probably become a bad habit), reveille this morning was pretty painful.

One must understand that the Richardson home is generally run like an encampment. When my dad cranked up the stereo, flipped on the lights and hollered at us to get moving, I just groaned instead of hopping out of bed.

Janelle and I just laid there in bed, staring at each other in our delirium. Then I started humming, "Wakin' Up Is Hard To Do".... which cracked both of us up when we both ended up belting out the tunes.

Everybody knows Neil Sedaka's 50's song, "Breakin' Up Is Hard To Do." Well, Paul Shanklin made a hilarious political parody about Clinton's years in office.

"...They took Congress away from me
Mitchell bailed and Tom is history
Now how'd that happen?
It can't be true
Now wakin' up is hard to do........"

At any rate, that's how my morning began. Janelle and I were laughing at each other and how horrible we sounded so early in the morning.

Then she laughed at me again when she came into our room to see me stomping around in my combat boots, with a skirt on. Don't ask, people... boots have to be broken in, you know. Janelle said, "Love your style!"

Then there's the issue of my dad's phantom alarm clock setter.

Apparently he set his alarm for 0600 one morning. When it went off at 0700, it was flipped upside down on his nightstand. So get this: it was set to go off at 0600, it went off at 0700, it but it claimed that it was 0800 and set to go off at noon.

My dad was baffled, and of course suggested that one of us was sleepwalking, to which we theorized that he was probably the one sleepwalking. He ended his rant with, "I am launching a full-scale inquiry into this alarm clock case!"

Bizarre.

Well peeps, I'm off on a run. It's depressingly cloudy today, but hey, a run makes it all good! :D