That Voodoo That You Do, or Ouch
Now I know someone’s got a bobble-headed voodoo doll of me stashed in their closet somewhere, and somehow their dog got at it and started using it as a chew toy. Not only was this the week of My Major Sleep Deficit; this was also the week of Bumper Cars With April. It started with a bite to my lip and a grouchily muttered expletive. According to Filipino superstition, if you bite your lip someone’s talking very badly about you….