Feels like cabin fever

We're all snowed in here, so I finally have the chance to sit down and put up some cute pictures of Henry. Greg's mom and sister were visiting, and were supposed to leave yesterday and today, respectively, but are instead stranded here at least until tomorrow. Greg is really sick with a cold or something, so I'm escaping to our room to read blogs!

The Perfect Excuse

I recommend that every one get a C-section at least once a year. It's the closest thing to a perfect excuse you can get, except maybe, "I died". Which you can't really use as an excuse. That falls more into the reason category. What better answer can you give when someone asks why you didn't do what you were supposed to do?

"Did you get my important email?"

"No, sorry, I was in the hospital."

"Did you listen to those lectures online?"

"Oh, I didn't get a chance, sorry, I was paralyzed from the armpits down."

"You're all caught up on the reading, right?"

"Actually, I couldn't even go to the bathroom by myself, but I'll get right on it now."

It's the perfect excuse, or so I thought. But unfortunately, I go to lawschool. So when I pulled out my perfect excuse, all I got was:

"You mean they don't have wireless at the hospital?"

Sheesh.