Wednesday

PS

I realized that I was just throwing around the whole rocket scientist cliche, but I actually get to say that I know a rocket scientist now. One our friends is an honest-to-God rocket scientist. He doesn't put in on his business card though. I totally would. So, I'm going on Friendster now to find me a brain surgeon friend. Sorry, Brit oncology is nice and all, but now that we have a rocket scientist that kind of raises the bar. We'll still keep you for that whole Fulbright Scholarship thing though, and you did marry a guy who builds robots.

1 comment:

Sean said...

I used to date a few girls that were daughters of rocket scientists. It was intimidating.