Woohoo!!

I'm back from PE and I'm getting ready for my final lab exam, and now I'm taking the time to say "woohoo!" I've been in a weird mood ever since dinner yesterday. It's a gross story, so please, read at your own discretion. The ice cream machine does not like Callie. She went to get some of the 'twist' ice cream (half vanilla, half chocolate), and it only gave her vanilla. This has happened before, and I went to check it out and it gave me half vanilla and half chocolate. Obviously the machine must have a problem with Callie. This became more obvious as she decided that since she got passed over for the chocolate, she'd just add some chocolate ice cream to it. So she pulls the lever, and the machine spits on the vanilla in her cup. Spits! It wasn't solidified or frozen yet- just very liquid. She came back to the table with that excuse for ice cream. I said it looked like poo, and she noddded. And then for some reason, Jeff Foxworthy's voice popped into my head and I said, "It looks like anal seepage." The moment I said it, I wished that I hadn't - it really was not appropriate for the dinner table, and it was gross. But at the same time, I could not stop laughing! I barely said anything for the rest of dinner because I couldn't control myself - that hit my funny bone and I could not stop laughing. Poor Callie. Even now, if I think about it, I can't stop laughing. And then I brought it back up at an appropriate time last night when Callie and I were talking about Sir Ian McKellan (Gandalf - LOTR), and that was hilarious. I couldn't breathe, I started tearing up - good times. And now to my exam...woohoo!