Science fair: you asshole.

Science. Not my best subject and not my interest. But thanks so much for the lovely things you have provided in my cushy life. I do feel thankful so don't get my wrong. It is just I have all sorts of "less than" thoughts when you get turned into a fair. Because hey, I already told you, you weren't my best subject and now I have to guide two eight year olds through a process. Hypothesis? Ok, I remember that a bit. Purpose? Can't figure out one for my own life so how the hell am I going to figure out one for a project. Results? Oh shit do I have to make charts and track things now because my to do list is currently on a half ripped receipt in the bottom of my bag. Conclusion? I will tell you the conclusion. Two stressed out Moms in workout clothes with dirty hair at Michael's trying to buy supplies to make the science board and wondering why they ever signed up in the first place.

But really, I do love my Z pack that I started as soon as the project was finished from all the stress it caused me and my family. Science: you rock!