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Skye’s Brute Strength Takes Down Yet Another Victim

May 7, 2013

One afternoon, while we were seniors in high school, Skye tried to get into her mom’s car.

Sadly, though, she forgot she was too powerful to attempt such a thing and pulled the car door handle right off.

This might have become a vague memory if it weren’t for her mom’s reaction, which was shockingly serious anger.

She yelled at Skye, saying she knew better than to use all of her “brute strength” on the innocent door handle.

And though Skye defended herself, her mom never gave in, always claiming that Skye was, in fact, to blame for HandleGate, as I just realized we should call it.

Last week, Skye & I gathered at my mom’s house for our weekly Psych Night.

(It was the second said weekly gathering this year.)

(We’re easily distracted.)

After eating the veggies my mom had grilled and before watching Shawn and Gus solve a murder in a Victorian mansion, Skye shared her exciting news of the day.

And I marched her outside for a photo shoot.

For, on that day, Skye’s brute strength struck again.

And her innocent door handle paid the price.

It turns out Skye’s mom was correct all those years ago.

Skye’s brute strength is a danger to us all.

And all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t fix the door handle Skye’s brute strength had destroyed.

If you have a moment

Run over to Karen’s World

Because she’s awesome

And not just because she just wrote the sweetest post about me,

Megan

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Skye, Steven Colbert, Brad Paisley, & College Bets

April 24, 2013

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Some of you might be familiar with a certain song recently released by Brad Paisley titled Accidental Racist.

If you’re not, then you’re clearly not in on my friend group emails.

(You’ve also missed out on our recent decision to elect Jeff as the head of our sorority.)

(He’ll be a tough, yet kind leader.)

(Fingers crossed.)

This song’s release has led to quite a bit of public outcry.

Shockingly, most of it isn’t regarding this song being the most boring song ever.

(Seriously, who listened to that song long enough to get to the LL Cool J part?)

(It’s a question for the ages.)

Then, The Colbert Report did a segment about Accidental Racist a few nights ago.

And in the midst of slavery forgiveness jokes, Steven Colbert said the following:

“My favorite country singer is Brad Paisley. I love all his songs: from Alcohol, to Camouflage, to Toothbrush, to Chicken Chet. He writes a lot of his songs inspired by validating his identity at websites.”

Now, some of you might read that and think it’s a funny joke.

But I heard it as an attack.

An attack on a theory Skye has been loudly advocating since 2010.

Skye has long believed that Brad Paisley is fulfilling a college bet that when he got famous, he’d open a dictionary and point at a word, and write a song about whatever word it happened to be.

(Ticks, Online, The Future, Alcohol…)

And if the time has come for all of us to publicly share our personal Brad Paisley song writing conspiracy theories, I must admit, I’m on Skye’s side.

We’d somehow never heard

Of the majestic song Toothbrush

Though we feel it really solidifies her argument,

Megan

p.s. Yes, this is now how I fill my time. Well, this, and, as always, painting.

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Miraculous Snow Day

March 7, 2013

A few weeks ago, at a Tuesday Night gathering, Skye commented on how sad it was there was no sledding this year. Unlike the past couple of winters, this one has been filled with not-torrential-crazy snowfall.

The upsides? My car has almost never slid off the road in the past six months.

The downside? I haven’t careened down a nearby hill with only my faith in a small sheet of plastic and my extra fat padding.

(Can’t say Cheez-Its haven’t done me any good.)

But then yesterday I awoke to the federal government’s snow closure and a day of snowy freedom.

The weathermen had been going on about a snowstorm coming for days and days, but I don’t believe in foreshadowing, so had completely ignored all warning.

Thus, after both my mom and dad had called to tell me to stay off the roads, I decided I clearly needed to get on the roads before it got worse and head to my mom’s, in the hope that she’d let me eat her food.

Thankfully, it’s warm enough that the foot of snow melted off the roads by the end of the day, so Skye suggested that Lindsey and I and Justin gather to sled.