Unconscious Mutterings

Before I begin my dirty-rotten-church-skipping-dumpster-diving Sunday morning two-step, here are my Unconscious Mutterings:

I say ... And You Think

1. Complexion :: Face

2. Teach :: Learn

3. Back to School :: Not Yet

4. Months :: Years

5. Nominate :: Candidate

6. Favorite Curse Word :: !%*#&)!!?

7. Concerned :: Worried

8. Better :: Or worse

9. Escalate :: Rise

10. Unveil :: Reveal

I think the dumpster disco has destroyed my brain. How boring are these? With an 11-year old, I know I should be thrilled with the concept of back to school, but her back to school means my back to school, not to mention the fact that back to school in TunaLand means 45,000 unruly children come for a visit and stay until May. Yes, they are the reason I have a job. Yes, they support the local economy. Yes, the children are our future blah-de-blah-de-blah. But they're still a pain in the ass (see #6 above).