I bet you do, as well. My inner super hero is not so super. I call mine Captain Spaz.
This morning, CS freaked about going to the accountant, parked the car three different times because ... actually, I still can't figure out why the first two weren't good enough.
Usually, Captain Spaz is fairly under control. Taxes always get us going though - not that I've ever had a real reason for concern.
Between that, my computer expressing its continued dominion over the sad, foolish meat thing that keeps trying to trick it into running software, and other fun stuff, my anti hero has been running strong.
Captain Spaz is the part of my brain that insists on losing my keys, phone, wallet, shoes, and the bits of assurance that go along with knowing where the aforementioned items make their domain.
Who is your inner anti super hero?
This morning, CS freaked about going to the accountant, parked the car three different times because ... actually, I still can't figure out why the first two weren't good enough.
Usually, Captain Spaz is fairly under control. Taxes always get us going though - not that I've ever had a real reason for concern.
Between that, my computer expressing its continued dominion over the sad, foolish meat thing that keeps trying to trick it into running software, and other fun stuff, my anti hero has been running strong.
Captain Spaz is the part of my brain that insists on losing my keys, phone, wallet, shoes, and the bits of assurance that go along with knowing where the aforementioned items make their domain.
Who is your inner anti super hero?
Mine is Broken Filter Girl. She explodes onto the scene and leaves me wincing and wondering if I really said what I thought I said, and did I really say it out loud? *dammit*
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAH - I didn't even know my filter was broken until I started hanging out with boyfriend.
ReplyDelete'I can't believe you said that. They think you were being funny.'
'Nope.'