Questions contemplated this weekend:

1. Is there anything more inherently funny than the words "puppet butt"?
2. Now that you've thought about puppets' butts can you get the phrase out of your head?
3. No?
4. How many girls can fit in a hammock on the first nice day of Spring?
5. How many girls can fit in a hammock on the first nice day of Spring without bringing it crashing to the ground, thereby destroying said hammock?
6. Is there a secret pact shared by all the couples in Urbana to stroll hand in hand through the neighborhood at approximately 6PM on Sunday evenings?
7. Does echinacea throat spray help nip a sore throat and cold in the bud?
8. Does it also taste like hot ass?
9. Is spilling a combination of melted butter and sugar into the burner holes of your gas stove in an apartment that is already infested with ants a good idea?
   
10. Did your apartment complex clean the filter in your air conditioner last week when they said they would?
11. Does re-formatting your MP3 player's hard drive and re-loading the content clear up the problem you were having installing the Audible audio books?
12. Does this make you hate your MP3 player just a little bit less?
    

Answers:

1. No.
2. No.
3. Puppet butt, puppet butt, puppet butt, puppet butt. Mission accomplished then. Let's move on.
   
4. Three.
5. Apparently, the answer to that one would be... two.
6. Observable data points to yes.
7. Yes.
8. Dear God, yes.
9. I'm sure the ants think it was.
   
10. No.
11. Yes. Finally.
12. Maybe. Just a little bit.

Gosh. This was a weekend just full of learning. So, to recap the actual events:

1. Friday night: stayed home with an impending cold. Doped self up on Sudafed, echinacea, and orange juice.
2. Saturday: continued to fight cold. Napped a lot. Bought bright aqua bathing suit at TJMaxx, possibly in an act of Sudafed-inspired insanity.
3. Saturday night: storytelling festival. Got very very nervous. Told story with only minor forgetfulness of plot points. Deluded self that no one noticed. (But if they did, I'm totally blaming it on the Sudafed. And the fact that I couldn't get the words "puppet butt" out of my head.) Went to Baker's Square for post-festival meal and celebratory piece of pie, because of lack of dinner due to earlier nervousness. Halfway through meal, became too tired to even order pie. Went home. Slept.
4. Sunday: baked apple tart as cooking experiment. Inadvertently made ants' day with inappropriate pan-removal technique. Cooked lemoncello shrimp appetizer for Brunch Club. Ate delicious brunch outdoors in lovely sunshine. Sat in hammock. Helped break hammock. Went to store for replacement hammock. Returned home. Napped. Walked around neighborhood.

Annnnnd..... scene.