pop goes the weasel

Again, sorry for the lack of entries, but I've had absolutely nothing of any degree of hilarity to write about.

Yesterday, my gym teacher's service student was decked out in all red, and at first glance I thought he was this huge, huggable hot tamale.

And that, my friends, is the extent of the humor of my past two weeks.

Meanwhile, the subjects to be covered in my other diary just continue popping like weasels before my eyes.