Spreadable Butter is Stupid and Hates Me

The subtitle of this post is "The Post Whose Title Has Nothing To Do With Its Contents. Again."

Anyway, I didn't post yesterday, which I bet nobody noticed unless you're closely following my blog for insights into my slightly warped mind (In which case you're probably either a stalker or a psychiatrist). But today I have a couple things to post.

Thing 1: Today, I'm going to visit my grandparents! Which is going to be lovely apart from the 12-hour round-trip car ride. The horror. But I have knitting and a 10-hour Jasper Fforde book-on-CD to listen to, so hopefully it'll be better than my last trip.

Thing 2: Today in history. According to my li'l calendar thing, today was pretty eventful. Not only is today the anniversary of the first postage stamp (England, 1840), but it is also the birthdays of Robert Peary and Sigmund Freud (both in 1856. Coincidence? I THINK NOT ) and the Hindenberg explosion, which my calendar defines as (I quote): "Airship Hindenburg blew up and burned."

Lovely.

I noticed there were two "Things" in this post. 

So here is a picture of Thing 1 and Thing 2.