and called it macaroni (boob)

Yeah, so I just decided to eat my lunch and blog a little.  I have some WW mac and cheese today.  I dropped it on my boob…go figure.  I wiped it off with a wet cloth and now I look like I am lactating from one boob.  It’s pretty hot.  Not really.

I realize women buy themselves bigger boobs so they feel better about themselves (that really means “get more attention”) but I just don’t get it.  If I wasn’t naturally big, I wouldn’t buy bigger ones.  I would be content with the macaroni and cheese falling off the fork into my lap rather than sliding down leftie and landing on my lap.  Is that too much information?  Oh well, deal with it. 

And yesterday’s post, something else I wanted to say about that.

I think the man who invented this is amazing and smart.  I think the best part is, he has no degree, but look at that, he’s still smart!

I work with someone who turns their nose up to people who didn’t go beyond their high school education.  It irritates me.  Some of the smartest people I know don’t have a degree.  I know people with advanced degrees that don’t necessarily fall into the “smartest people I know” category.  I am not trying to dog anyone,  except maybe the ignoramus that turns his nose up to people without that piece of paper. 

I am also not dogging education, I am all for it.  But I don’t think that people need to be defined by a piece of paper.

Oh, goody, my boob is dry.

Back to work…