Reporting in with some randomness

Oh, let me see, last week I took DD to Five Guys for a burger. Never been before. They only sell burgers. And fries. Keeps it simple. Really. No onion rings, don't even ask. Very good, by the way.

Well, they have these boxes of peanuts scattered around the dining room with signs that say something like do not be a greedy pig and take all these free peanuts due to allergies do not remove any peanuts from the store.
So what do I see?
I watched a guy sit down and FILL a brown bag (the large size) with their free peanuts while he waited for his burger. Then fill another of those cardboard trays with peanuts. He didn’t even eat one. Then he fussed with his burger, took MORE peanuts and left. This really perturbed me for some reason.

And there was a woman there who had these strange jeans that were sort of acid-washed, but with a huge dark patch on the inner thighs. Why in God's name would you want to wear pants that looked like you peed on yourself?

( I have NO idea why I can flip my photos in IPhoto, and then they are sideways when I post them!)

Then we were driving along and saw a guy who's pants were, I-swear-to-God, BELOW his butt. Really. Like, you could see his boxers and his pants "cupped" his butt below the round part. He was walking in a way that looked really uncomfortable as he used one hand to prevent everything from slipping further south. Unfortunately, I missed the best shot when he was walking on the sidewalk next to my car.
We took an impromptu trip to Cornell on Friday night to see my nephew sing in an acapella men's group called the Cayuga Waiters.
It was a great show, my sister and brother-in-law were there and my in-laws. That's YiaYIa in the photo above with my nephew.

My daughter is doing a crystal growing experiment for the Science Fair. Or, as I like to refer to it, "the ant feeding station". Yup, it's that time of year again.

AND. It SNOWED this morning. On April 7th. After we've already had days where it got up close to 70 degrees. That's just wrong.

AND my son is home with a fever. And now *I* feel ache-y and yucky.

Joy to the world.