"I peed in the pool" Good! Proud of you! "It was near you..."

It's the morning! This feels weird.

So my dad just asked what the date was as he was writing a check (for one of his many things) and Sally told him that it was "the 5th" and then dad said "oh it's the 6th?" Haha, only my dad can not know the date and then when someone tells him, he still doesn't know the date.

So I painted the other day. Now, I'm not an artist. I shouldn't even be allowed to hold a paintbrush. You know what happens when I try and paint a picture? It comes out looking like paint exploded on the paper. I know people sometimes actually do that on purpose, but not me. I actually TRY really hard to paint an actual picture, and then it just comes out looking like I had a stroke right in the middle of it. And then when you actually look at it, you can kind of see the picture, but it honestly looks like a five year old did it.

The other issue is the fact that I painted with the paper on my lap. And in my regular clothes. And a white shirt. So what kind of paint do I get on my clothes? Black. Did it come out? No. Am I a complete retard? Absolutely.

Speaking of retards though, I have a funny story from yesterday that Sally is NOT going to like me telling. So she's on her computer doing some work to get ready for school or some shit like that. So she calls out to me, "Jen! How do you spell 'business'?!" To which of course I replied, "Are you SERIOUS?!" Most of the time, to her credit, she just asks me how to spell words just to double check. Like, she spells it correctly, and she just wants to make sure it's right. So, knowing this, I spell it out for her and then I hear "Oh. (laughs) That's nothing like I had." So we break into hysterics and I start yelling out "Sally, I'm a LOSER who SITS around all day, and even I know how to spell 'business'"! And then she said "aww. You're not a loser."

Then I said, "...I'm in my pjs still. And it's 3 in the afternoon. And I've watched the marathon of Jersey Shore all day."

Which is pretty much the definition of a loser.

Then Sally went on with "how about 'guaranteed'?"

I  may be the biggest loser I know, and I may work at Shaw's at 23 years old, but I'm glad I at least know how to spell. Like a champ.

Why don't we keep going with the loser/retard theme and talk about Brad Marchand from the Boston Bruins. Now, I've always made fun of him with friends about how retarded he looks pretty much all the time. Here he is:

So I wanted to try and do a "Brad Marchand" picture. This is how it came out.

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-Jenny