Stolen Cars and Areolas

It's been a weird week.

Yesterday someone abandoned a stolen car right in front of our garage, blocking in my car. Awesome. After having our garage broken into, and our front window broken, if we were the only latino family on the block, I'd start to worry. So since it's not racially motivated, what the hell is it about our house that just invites this stuff?? Like the hobos sitting behind the garage drinking thier breakfast, not wanting to leave because, in their words, "We ain't hurting nothin'" Or the guy who passed out against the garage door and fell in when we opened it. And no, we don't live in a bad neighborhood, but we do live down the street from the scummy liquor store.

Had a conversation with a customer that included the word areola. Yes, it made me laugh. My professionalism may have suffered a hit, but that's ok, because when your customer says "No, I mean it, I could see her areola!" what else are you going to do?

I'm trying to write a research paper. At the risk of sounding like a petulant child, it's just not fair to have to write these papers AND attend class. I mean, I can do one or the other, but I have serious trouble doing both.