there was a sale on idioms

May looms. If the phrase "most craziest" were grammatically correct, I'd plug it into that Andy Williams Christmas song in place of "most wonderful." Tuesday is our first big Con, involving buses, intense crowds, and Uncle Frank D. as all "Five of Hawaii's Greatest Thinkers." The fair, big Con 2, and scrabbled efforts to fundraise should round the month out nicely. I honestly don't know which one to pick to preface "it's almost May!": thank goodness or oh shit.

Oh yeah, and we still have to teach.

Discovery: Piles of money = no fun. They are scary to touch, move or spend; it's a hassle to get returned if you change your mind about what you've spent it on; and when you lose piles of money that do not belong to you, there is no rock in the world large enough to crawl under till the angry hordes have galloped past. Batten down the hatches, because the shit's hitting the fan ...