So, recently, I haven't been feeling very "giggly" - I've been stressed about experiments, grad school in general, and the fact that I haven't been very giggly. Nothing takes the giggles away faster than stressing about why you haven't giggled recently.
Sponge and I have a whole list of topics that we want to blog about! I mean we haven't even shared our sleepover with you yet. Hopefully soon.
Today, I have a short vignette for you. Now, I know there's a thin line between funny and pathetic and this one definitely flirts with that line...
Picture, Stretch walking down the hall. She's happy and it's been a productive afternoon. Everything is right in her world and she's on her way to visit Sponge for a late afternoon round of giggles. You can practically hear her thinking "La-de-da, La-de-da".
Suddenly, an awful, stressful thought occurs to her! Panic seizes her as she thinks "Frick on a stick! I can't believe I forgot to do that! I have to do that now!" She quickens her pace, determined to tackle the forgotten task.
She purposely strides a few steps, and then suddenly, the thought disappears. Completely and utterly gone. She stops...what was she supposed to be doing? She smiles and thinks "La-de-da, La-de-da, going to visit Sponge" with only the vaguest of feelings that she's definitely forgotten something important...
That's what happened, folks. Sponge hypothesized that I was abducted by aliens in that moment because honestly, the thought was completely gone - I had no idea what I had wanted to do - only that there had been something that I had wanted to do.