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So yesterday I accidentally cut my hand through a potato.
Go ahead and chalk that up to one of the dumbest things I’ve ever done.
Went to the doctor today to get some butterfly stitches, and she instructed me to keep my wounded appendage clean. Since I only occasionally rub my hands in raccoon droppings, I feel like I should be able to manage that, but I’ll keep you posted.
So yesterday I played journalist and wrote an article about the Sweetheart Balloon Rally that’s going on up in Loveland this weekend.
After talking with a bunch of different people, I decided that this was, hands down, my best quote. It’s from a girl who had just gotten off of her first balloon ride.
“It was so amazing! It literally felt like you were floating!”
Yup, I’d give her some genius points for that one.
Which is obviously the reason that though I get most FM channels on my little alarm clock radio, I don’t get NPR.
I woke up to freakin’ “I Will Survive (hey, hey),” while the rest of the world heard that Steve Jobs resigned from Apple.
Though that particular tune might be applicable to the current mindset of journalists everywhere, I feel that actually hearing news upon waking from my slumber would be far more journalistic.
I hate when people near me at the coffee shop are having really interesting conversations … it makes it really hard to focus on my work.
I love sitting outside at Starbucks, but right now, I’m not sure what’s worse: the dude sitting in patio’s corner chain-smoking or the two preppy college boys wearing way, way too much cologne.
Now I love me some PB and J (as long as the J is grape … that’s key).
But somehow a sandwich that was smooshed into a baggie, stuffed into a backpack, toted up to the top of Longs Peak and then lugged back down, survived a toasty car trip back to Boulder and lasted two nights on a dark pantry pantry shelf just doesn’t have quite the same appeal.