So I was enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon, sunning myself and generally not doing much. Then, as if to make up for the good mood I'd been in, I am informed that I will have to rewrite one of my stories for the week.
Someone, who will remain nameless, erased my 1,000-word epic masterpiece despite what I thought was an idiot-proof system. As I stopped yelling and searching frantically for my story, I was hit on all sides by apologies and promises of free food.
One of the things I like about being the only female State Presser for the summer is that I only have to give a hint that I might cry and I get my way. And yes, I know that is blackmail and a dumb girly thing to do, but I do what I have to do.
Oh yeah, and I predict the ASU football team will go 7-4 this season.
