Ode to Girls With Knee-Length Skirts

Lilith, this is for you. It's a blurb I wrote this summer, and posted on another site. Unfortunately, the person who started the challenge (write a short whatever using different key-words. I'd chosen "plaid" and ran with the idea) didn't think it had anything to do with plaid...
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need not show our thighs for attention!
We answer the questions in World History, without having to flirt with the teacher!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need not show our thighs for attention!
We show off our new vocabulary, (lachrymose, anyone??) not our infected bellybutton piercings!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need not show our thighs for attention!
We may not win “Best In Show”, but we always get “Honorable Mention”!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need no show our thighs for attention!
We don’t worry about the stares we get after explaining a literary term!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! Our thighs aren’t what attacts attention!

Of Pinkies and Monty Python

Always look on the bright side of life, right?

I hurt my pinky this past Thursday.

I know what you're thinking: "Again with the hospital?" or "Just your pinky?" or "Oh, puh-leeze, I'm just reading this for Monty Python!"

That isn't what you're thinking? Oh, well, I never claimed to be a mind-reader!

While getting out of the car on Thursday, I hit (yes, hit) my pinky and index finger on the door.

Because, of course, I never suffer from normal ailments.

Anyhow, I had to go to the hospital. I did it while singing "Always Look On The Bright Side" from Python's musical Spamalot.