Fake Kofi said I wasn't funny. I think.

Okay, so this is a little late, but the Not-At-IMAO Carnival of Comedy is up at This Blog is Full of Crap. And you know what? I think, I THINK, that fake Kofi Annan insulted me in a fake letter to fake/dead Yasser Arafat. I think. I think fake Kofi told fake/dead Yasser that I was not funny.

Okay, maybe he said I wasn't as fun as his nephew. Whatever, same thing. Booooooo, fake Kofi!

Speaking of "Boooooooo!", I stopped to see Scott on my way home from the lab tonight (because Scott is home now, you know) and he took much delight in doing this incredibly intellectual thing that he thinks is hilarious - when my hair is in a ponytail, he loves to grab a few strands at the top and pull, so that I have to redo it. That's not the part that you're supposed to booooo.

Here's the "Booooooo!" part - I was about to make fun of myself, because my hair was all over the place since the humidity is so high, and I was going to say, "It was so meticulously styled, too!" However, my brain froze and I couldn't think of "meticulous". I could only get as far as, "It was so ... so ..." And Scott, bless his heart, was trying to be helpful by filling in my blank.

Me: It was so ...
Scott: Messy?
Me: NO! It was so ...
Scott: Bad?
Me: Stop trying to help!

Boo.

I can't help it that I have [little girl from Charlie Brown cartoons] naturally curly hair [/lgfCBc] that goes everywhere when it gets humid.