The Forsberg Family

So this week was a holiday week, which usually mean no lab for my astronomy class. Unfortunately my teacher missed the previous lab, and also the week before. When he came back to class he gave the lame news that, Yes! WE indeed did have "make-up" lab today, Thursday. And a test. Well I hate this class. . . and the lab. *side note*I take the class with my dad*side note* My dad had to stay at the lab since he had already missed one. You can miss one, or fail one lab, because your lowest score is dropped. Well I take the test in my lecture class, then wait for the lab. To myself I am thinking, "Man a live! I hate this lab." Honestly people, it is busy work. The teacher doesn't write his own lab and each one takes about 3 hours to do. The cherry on the ice cream? Or cake? He won't edit it/take out pages/make it short. It's Grrrrrrrreat! I love it! ANNNNYWAYS! I haven't missed or failed on single lab. I've never ditched or anything. I've gotten A...

So there I am at work. While at work, I trip. And while at work, when I trip, I trip in the bathroom. And when I trip in the bathroom at the place of work, I am actually in the stall. So when I trip in the stall of the bathroom I work, my head magically lands itself in the toilet. . . bowl. Annnnd when I trip and my head lands in the toilet bowl of wonder, my hands reach out to stop myself. To stop myself from falling. But when I trip in the Bathroom stall at the place I work, where my head is in the toilet, my hands accidentally flush the toilet. When my hands flush the toilet, I give myself what we like to call a swirly. And so at my workplace, in the toilet, where my head is sopping wet, I come out. And when I reach the place I like to call my desk, my co-workers ask me what happened. So I smile sheepishly and respond. . . . . . "Well It just so happens I tripped!" I believe that my story goes questioned. However I am very unlikely at this time to say the whole story. . . ...