I just worked a sudoku puzzle.  It’s been a coon’s age since I worked one of those.  It was damn fun, too.  I wish I hadn’t have done that. It’s making the “Web Sudoku” link on my bookmark bar really attractive, and it’s making this Chemistry homework REALLY SUCK.

Other news from the surface of the day is this: I’m going to make some boobs later.  I have a friend who’s throwing a surprise party for her husband. A surprise party for which there will be a cake, shaped like boobs, and those boobs will have been constructed by yours truly. I asked her (in a begging tone) if she wanted those boobs to be wearing a string bikini or something.  I could have done that and not felt nearly as weird as I’m going to tonight, presenting two breasts on a cookie sheet covered in foil.  Two body-less breasts, nonetheless.  Perhaps I should do an anatomical interpretation of “boobs,” and ice them as they would look with out the skin.  Red flesh, yellow fat, and the modified sweat glands we all know and love: The Milk Makers.

This is what science class has done to me.  It has made me think that perhaps, stripping the skin off of a body-part cake would make said cake LESS awkward.  I could need counseling.  Or perhaps I should just file the anatomical boob cake idea for the next time a nurse I know is having a baby shower.  I’m learning to cater to my crowd. PUN INTENDED.