I went completely and totally insane the other day during Spirituality, and so I: asked if I could go to the bathroom, ran outside, stole Jean, then proceeded to buy and then pour water over my head. I wanted to scream for some reason, but I didn't. Life is weird.
And we still haven't come up with a name for the puppy. Grandma dislikes all the names I suggest, and I dislike all the ones she suggests.