Monkeys!
In my head, I always spell it "monkies" for some strange reason. Don't you love it when I start a blog post with a digression, right off the bat? Ah, my mind, it wanders in strange directions. The older and more forgetful I get, the more I wander into a room and wonder what I came in to get...I think I can actually feel my synapses getting farther apart, the fires between them less like a bonfire and more like one of those trick birthday candles. I have been so klutzy the last few days. I have certain, ahem, times of the month when it seems that God somehow decided that not only would it be fun for me to have PMS, but also be a complete dingbat klutz. Here are a few examples of what's happened to me in the last week (or thereabouts, the day is ending and the synapses aren't firing very quickly): On a mission for the FRG, I had to make a mad dash down to the ship to get a car key from Hans (unbeknownst to him). I got on the wrong ship and didn't fi...