Cold toes

Just got back from a ride on the MKT/Katy trail to Rocheport with Lou. On the way there I ran over a squirrel. He couldn't believe it, until one of the little bastards ran under his wheel on the way back towards Columbia.

Got back about 40 minutes ago and I'm just starting to feel my toes. On the way back they felt like big paperweights. Couldn't really feel individual toes, just a clump of muscle and bone.

Student teaching ended fine and the paper from last semester finally got written, even if it was/is a 11 page piece o' crap.

Now I'm helping Staples out a bit. Worked Saturday and Sunday, and work today through Saturday. Off Sunday and Monday, and back to work on Tuesday. Yeppie skeppie.

And this just in, I'm terrible at selling things. Why? Because half of it I wouldn't buy myself and can't bring myself to tell people they really need an extended warranty when I've almost never bought one myself.
And how the f' should I know what this printer has over this printer. I can read the label the same as you can "mr./mrs. I don't know what printer to buy". I swear the other guys that work there can pull facts out of their backside on demand, because there's no way they can memorize every little detail about all the printers, digital cameras, etc we have in there.

That's about it. Now that I can feel my toes it's time to shower and get dressed for work.