Some things do not make any sense to me. For instance, how is it that the taller pretty girl can sleep seemingly comfortably with her head completely encased in covers? How does she breathe? I check on all the kids before I go to bed at night and 6 nights out of the week, that child is completely covered up. Every now and then, my roommate will sneak up on me while I am asleep. He thinks it is funny to drop blankets or sheets over me. I freak out when I am engulfed with covers. I thrash and kick; I squirm and wriggle; I panic. I do not rest until I am out from underneath the covers. The taller pretty girl apparently prefers such sleeping arrangements, however.
I also don't understand how my roommate can watch re-runs of television shows - over and over again. I left the den tonight after I realized he was watching yet another re-run of CSI Miami. He knows what will happen, he knows who is guilty, he knows all the cheesy one liners, he knows Horatio is going to shoot someone and wear sunglasses inside. And if watching CSI Miami over and over again wasn't bad enough, I'll guarantee you that there is not a single Law and Order he hasn't seen at least 8 times! Me either for that matter, thanks to him. Everyday at lunch - soup, salad, sandwich -"In the criminal justice system . . . " CHONG-CHONG!
Finally, how is it that the weekend meteorologist on our local news is a better sportscaster than the real sportscasters on the channel? Tonight, this weather kid filled in for the regular sports guy, and he was actually very good! I suppose that really says something about our local news team. What a bunch of dingbats.
I also don't understand how to use the can opener, but that's material for another day.
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