Sometimes I think that my years and years of sunbathing put me at a pretty terrible risk for developing skin cancer, but then I look at Dog The Bounty Hunter's leathery hide and think, hey, if this guy's still okay, then I probably have very little to worry about.
Years ago, I almost burned down my entire apartment building making
nachos, then, when eating a fresh batch of nachos that I made
immediately afterward, I almost choked to death, and people still say that there is no such thing as luck.
I think the world might be telling me something when, probably 80% of
the time, I type 'Satan' instead of 'Sarah'. I used to think it was just
poor placement of keys, but lately I'm not so sure.
