so one was reading in one's current homework text, when one came upon some information on where abraham was from.  one's memory flashed back to a time a week or so previous when one was being tested in the whitespot establishment.  one's testor asked " where was abraham from?"  one replied "ur of the chaldeas"  "really?" he said in his way when he doesn't believe one, "are you sure?"  one's testor went on to say abraham was from harran.  one did not push the issue, since one realizes that one can be wrong on the odd occassion.  so it turns out this book says abraham originated in ur and then moved to harran.  one concludes that one is wrong even less than one thought.  :)     
today was porkchop day and i was in the kitchen doling out the chops.  everyone went chop crazy.  i followed my chop doling proceedure over and over in a hurried frenzy--plop the mashed potatoes on the plate, make a hollow for the gravy, ladle on some mushroom gravy, grab mucky chop tongs and put a chop on the plate, scoop up some mixed veggies, hand the plate to the trouble shooter, start over.  as the need for chops became more pressing veggies went flying askew and potato hollows became erradic.  my hand quickly tired from holding heavy plates.  need more of a hand work out.  everyone kept asking me "how'd you like it in the kitchen?"  "um hello i've been in there lots of times before" i replied rudely. well ok it was more like "um ya i like it.  (i've been in there before you know.)".  
i think i could have left my knitting at the laundry mat.  uh oh.