Yesterday I convinced Dad to buy me sugar-free popsicles, which felt like a small but poignant triumph over adversity, even though it wasn't.

Jasmine and I also drove home from Ashland yesterday. It was a long drive and we wanted to kill lots of bad drivers. Because there are seven hours between Ashland and home, we had the opportunity to make up some good car games. Here are two:
1) Every time you see a US Xpress Enterprise truck, Vulcan high-five everyone in the car and use the time to make many dumb Star Trek jokes.

2) Every time you see a "Yes on 8!" bumper sticker, you must immediately tell the gayest story possible. Ideally this story includes themes such as: gay marriage, gay babies, gay love, gay families, and homosexuals not ruining the sanctity of marriage/the Californian constitution.