High/Low

I used to play this game at the dinner table called high/low. Rather, I used to pretend that my family sat down at a table together for dinner, instead of foraging for pizza rolls and PBJ. In my dreams we would play high/low and discuss both the high and low point of each person's day.

LOW:

You ever have those days, moments even, when you are made to feel like a complete idiot? Me too. This is one of them. This blog was a great idea until some glitch in the system made it impossible for me to upload images. I am a twenty-something. I grew up in the generation of Oregon Trail in computer class and "You've Got Mail" from a PC at the ripe old age of junior high. I am no whiz kid, but I have a facebook people! I should be able to figure out why I am unable to upload photos. And yet...

This blog will be dead to you in a week's time without visual eye candy. I am working to remedy the situation.

HIGH: The family I babysit for just moved away. In packing, they decided there were certain things not worth the effort. On my last day with them, they asked me to take whatever I wanted from the pantry so as to avoid throwing it away. I made out like a bandit and will not have to shop for weeks. Alongside the pasta sides and pedialyte (actually not sure how that ended up in my bag), I was asked to rescue some alcohol from an untimely demise and also walked away with 1 bottle of rum, 1 bottle of brandy, kahlua, champagne, two bottles of Italian white wine and a four pack of "cooking wine."I have never had this much alcohol in my possession at once. In fact, being cheap, and a lightweight, I can only ever recall buying any kind of hard liquor once. Now, I'm up to my eyeballs. I don't like having this much around. Like double-stuffed oreos, it wreaks havoc on my hard work in training. But tonight, as I become horrible aware of my ineptitude on this machine, I am glad to have a rum and coke available to take the edge off. My Mac is relieved too.