My husband firmly believes in Dental School as The Best Route to All that is Worthwhile and Pleasing.

No, he isn't a dentist. LOL. He just WISHES that he had been.


Or an FBI agent. Or a superhero* of some kind.


*I know, I know-- I thought that, too... He IS! He is "Chemistry Dude!" but he wasn't buying any of my baloney that particular day. Besides, he is well over forty, so he is beyond that post-industrial scrapheap frontier, evidently. I think of this particular scrapheap as being much like the deadfall in the Stephen King's Pet Sematery. A boundary. The self-worth Rubicon... reanimating one into a corporate zombie at all points beyond. Sometimes they come back, you know? LOL.


Schrödinger's cat walks into a bar. And doesn't.