Electricity is Magic...

Well, I broke down and went to the doctor.

Hello, shot.

When you get a shot you kinda feel like you deserve a reward.

Hello, donut shop.

Oh, don't worry. 

I didn't stop.

But you definitely should because K-May donuts are good.

Plus, the people that run the shop barely speak English which makes the donuts taste better.

I don't know why.

I guess the reason I didn't stop is because Pinterest came to my rescue by giving me these words of motivation:

Speaking of dogs...

This is pretty much the only thing that would get me excited about having a dog:

Martha Stewart pet accessories.

And just one more thing tonight if you'll indulge me...

Here's a picture from the Huntsville Times this morning:

Our utilities spokesman is named Bill Yell.

He did an amazing job during the April tornadoes.

However...

*This is where my monkiness begins to strike*

...every time I see his name in the paper I immediately treat everything he says like it's in caps lock.

I mean, in my mind, this man screams everything he says. 

Because, you know, the whole 'Yell as a last name' thing.

So basically Bill Yell equals Mr Caps Lock to me.

Caps Lock:

That most abused of keys.

I actually googled him and he doesn't look like a loud guy.

But work with me here people:

"We're just looking at doing the things we need to do to make sure our customers get the proper service" was the actual quote he said in the paper.

However that phrase is translated by me as:

"WE'RE JUST LOOKING AT DOING THE THINGS WE NEED TO DO TO MAKE SURE OUR CUSTOMERS GET THE PROPER SERVICE! 

DANG IT! 

DON'T BOTHER ME! 

ELECTRICITY IS MAGIC!

MAGIC I TELL YOU!

YOU'D BE IN THE DARK AGES WITHOUT ME!"

Poor Bill Yell. 

Destined to go through life speaking in caps lock.

You know...

Electricity is kinda magic.

Kinda like K-May Donuts.