Chemistry...

When I was home for my best friend's wedding, I found myself unwinding from the crazy weekend late on a Sunday night. I was watching one of the best television shows EVER, The Ultimate Coyote Ugly Search, with my youngest sister and her good friend. We were flipping through the channels during the commercials and stumbled upon the other best television show EVER, Talk Sex with Sue Johanson on Oxygen. My youngest sister had never seen it and I thought that as her older sister it was necessary to introduce her to it (now that she's 21, I figure it's okay). While I think the show is great in many ways, there is something particularly disturbing about listening to a woman who resembles my grandmother talking about cock rings, and apparently the episode haunted my sister's mind as I received this email a few days later...

"Today I started my chemistry class. I love the professor; he is absolutely hilarious. I think that his class is going to be a lot of fun. But really, what I wanted to share with you was that we checked into the lab today. We got our lockers, and we had to do an inventory of the items before we could leave to make sure that we had everything we needed. I was going down the list, and you know, it was all the normal stuff, "250 ml beaker, watch glass, thermometer, graduated pipet..." and then I turn the page over and see "one large cock ring." Well, I nearly lost it... upon closer inspection, it actually said "on large cork ring," but I thought of you and of Talk Sex with Grandma aka Sue Johanson, and I wanted you to know.

Just one of the many ways that you have made my life more amusing..."

Chemistry will never look the same to me.