  So here's a good ethical question: what would you do if you accidently logged into someone else's email account? Would you log back out when you realized it wasn't yours, or would you browse around a bit and read the messages? That question presented itself to me yesterday. I was logging into my Yahoo account, which I very rarely use, and made a little typo when doing it. Well, apparently someone with an address very close to mine also uses the same password. What were the chances?
So what did I do? I read her e-mail, of course. I couldn't resist it! Sure, maybe it's wrong. But it was just too compelling. As it turns out, this girl is extremely boring.
Judging by her messages, I'd say she's a bible thumping, pseudo-intellectual who's addicted to the Home Shopping Network. In other news...for weeks now I have been fighting with the ants that are trying to take over my kitchen. At first, they came in groups of about 4 or 5. This, I feel, was very poor ant leadership. Usually I would just smoosh them or flick them down the drain. Somewhere along the line, however, they became more organized.
Now they're coming in huge numbers, which has left me only one choice. Chemical warfare. It's amazing how fast a few squirts of Formula 409 will kill of a few hundred ants. Still, the thing that puzzles me is that they have apparently tasted my cooking, and continue to come back. I'm still suffering through this cold...which has turned into something slightly more nasty. I've decided to finally admit defeat and go to the doctor.
I hate going to the doctor. The idea of paying someone to harp at me for not taking care of myself like I should. I can get that for free from my family! Also, in another brainy moment, Rusty and I went with our friends Angie and Will on a little road trip to Lebanon, MO on Friday. They have a Tracker, and we drove down with the top off. Apparently, my feeble mind forgot for a day just how painful a sunburn is...and that sunblock would have been in order.
I passed the point of burn, and ended up completely scortched. Of course, I then had a job interview on Monday. Let's just say that I looked like a lobster in a black dress. Hopefully they're lovers of seafood. 
