Barbecue Sauce Makes You Think Better

Straight out of Helen Patricia Fesko's mouth.  And the project?  Well T minus 12 hours.

When I went to school, there was no Internet.

Splash BAM WHAT?  Right-o.  When I went to school the Internet no in casa.  Now, I tutor online and I have taught in a cyber school, and basically if I look out my window right now I will probably see meteorites flying by me.

I tutor online, Bloggy, and guess what? I am doing it RIGHT NOW.  Weird, right?  Well like I said before (and apparently my before means yesterday) I am always talking about fine lines. And today's fine lines are brought to you by the Letter C which stands for CHEATING.

Oh, Cheating.  Oh, the law.  Oh, rules.  I try, Bloggy, I really do try to obey the rules but it's just no fun.  I think it's somewhat innate. If the pool sign reads NO FOOD OR DRINK ALLOWED, a ham and cheese sandwich will for sure sprout cartoon legs and jump into my handbag.  I'm not sure what it is but as soon as someone starts telling me what I have to do?  My brain immediately begins thinking of all the ways I will not do that particular thing.  A challenge of sorts. It's like when someone tells me to do something ASAP.  Ha.  I fall asleep right away.  I can't help it.  Put that in your ASAP.

No Blog, it's not all that bad. I mean I drive on the right side of the street (most days) so obviously some rules are okeedokee with me.  I wear clothes.  Pay taxes...(?) I think maybe I am a free spirit, Blog.   Which is a nice way of saying wackadoo.