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I'm a community college kind of lady.

I haven't taken any classes for years and years. One morning while I was ironing my slacks I said to myself, "I need to go back to school because my lovely brain is going to atrophy." And so it was that I took the "Accuplacer" test and signed up for a couple of courses.

One of them is a math "lab". Now I don't know about you, but when I hear the word "lab", I picture Bunson burners and Ehrlenmeyer flasks and test tubes and minor explosions. In this case, it's the kind of lab in which you wear giant 70's-style headphones and self-test. The cool thing is, I can finish the semester early and never go back to the lab again if I get all the testing done early. This means I can cut out for PawSox games.

Also, all the signs that say "MATH LAB"... I want to slap an E over the A. Meth labs are deadly yet hilarious.

So, yeah, math. And Pedro has a 19 year old son. I still can't get over that.

Now I am really, REALLY going to sleep. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

"and I will love you so... for always!"