Read my list of things

Oh my god people read this and enjoy it. I'm not one to embed things and, honestly, it's after 10pm, I'm waking up at 6am, and I'm due to fall to the Communists around 5am, PLUS I'm on the tiny lap top. So fairs to say this person: http://respectmygangsta.blogspot.com/ is polite. I found her through My Internet Friend, Una's blog because I, too, am unemployed and enjoy dinosaurs. She gave me an award. It comes with a picture of cupcakes. I am unable to add it at the moment. I'll describe it to you; there's a box and inside the box are cupcakes with the best sprinkles and then at the bottom is another box and in that box is a boat. (Maybe the cupcakes are fishermen?) And it says I'm supposed to write 10 things that make me happy. I have to pee, so I'm going to be quick.
A). Louise. Like, 90% of the time.
B). JD. Like, 90% of the time.
C). Peeing after really REALLY having to pee.
D). Winning at life, in an argument, in a test of knowledge, in a competition, the Lotto, etc.
E). When you're thinking something must only be happening to you, and then a stranger looks at you and says exactly what you're thinking.
F). Coupons.
G). Time and a half.
H). Water.
I). Remembering something you've been trying to think of for days/someone answering a question you've been asking yourself. I couldn't think of the movie "Remember the Titans" for about 3 days and I finally asked JD, "You know that movie everyone saw in high school about the football team and Hayden Panatier(for reals that's not how she spells it) is the little girl of the white coach who was in Armageddon and he had to share with that famous black actor who isn't Morgan Freeman and that kid hurt his leg right before championships and it's not the movie with Dawson?" He knew what I was talking about. I fucking love that.
J). Finding changes (or more!) on the ground.

I wish I got to share a list of things that make me very unhappy. I suppose that's most of my blog anyway.

Now the story I was going to share anyway:
I was doing my super confidential job today and one of the kids drew hearts at the bottom of their ? and their ! and it reminded me of when I was in the 2nd grade and I did that one day because I saw one of my friends do it. Except I think I did it on a writing test and I dotted EVERY SINGLE i with a heart. My teacher made fun of me in front of the class, told me it was wrong, and that a writing test isn't a Valentine's card. I was scarred for life. Who yells at a 6 year old for dotting her i's with hearts?

One day when I don't have to pee and sleep, I'll tell you about why I used tissues in school.