Never Fails To Horrify

I'm sitting in the airport, waiting for my flight to LA. (I'll be there for the week, and I'm staying right on the beach. God, I love business travel.) I'm browsing cnn.com, and I come upon this headline:

Sack of baby skeletons found behind hospital.

Is there any phrase more grotesque than "sack of baby skeletons"? I defy you to find one.

In other news, I'm finally feeling better, which suggests that this "immune system" the doctors kept talking about finally decided to get off its fat ass and goddamn DO something.

I recently got a bicycle. I haven't ridden a bicycle in a long, long time, probably since I was a little kid. Riding it isn't really the problem. I mean, it's not shorthand for 'something you never forget' for nothing, you know? The problem is that it's a guy's bike, and it has a very narrow seat. BF and I went on a bike ride last weekend, and holy god, did my ass take a pounding. I had NO IDEA the kind of pain that could result from something as innocent as a BIKE SEAT. Between the snowboarding and the biking, I don't think I've ever had a relationship that was harder on my ass.

Dr. Brazen is just shaking her head right now...