Randomosity

I married a master negotiator

Email, from MB to VBG:

Which of the following methods will work:

While you are out running errands...

A) ... I demand you pick up Szechwan and bring it home.
B) ... wouldn't it be nice to have some Chinese?
C) ... could you please, pretty please, pretty pretty please pick up something from Szechwan?

;)

Love
- Evil Chopstick Ninja

(Needless to say, he got his Szechwan on.)


This defies all logic

How is it that on several occasions within the last calendar year, I've been able to eat a piping hot Cinnabon with a plastic fork in an airport with no ill effects, and yet, today, I tried to eat one at home with a real fork and had to wash icing off of my hands six times in half an hour?


Fact or Crap email of the day

Monster trucks can float.

Fact:  Thanks to all the air in their enormous tires, monster trucks can float, but they’re usually seen on land in truck shows, where drivers compete to crush everything from small cars to mobile homes. Each monster truck has a name and some of the best known include Big Foot, 4 x 4, and Grave Digger, the latter having appeared in Wal-Mart television commercials.


Long lost photos

Back in April, Danger and I went canoeing on the Blue River. I took a disposable camera along, and finally got the film developed. As I expected, none of the photos turned out awesome, but I like a few of them quite a bit:







Here's a squirrel hanging upside-down in a sycamore tree, having snackage:



Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition

Evilducky's divorce from her shockingly dishonest British (ex) husband was finalized yesterday, so now we can talk shit about him freely and plan her Independence Day bash for tomorrow night. No more do we have to pretend we know not of the rampant jackassery and blatant betrayals. Danger and I scored a completely kickass bull pinata (to symbolize the end of the bullshit) (though he's so cute that I'm probably going to regret letting people hit him with a stick), and we have vast stores of righteous indignation to work off, since we'd all promised to be nice, lest he realize we all despise him and do something to throw a wrench in the divorce proceedings.

He's back in England now, and they can keep him. We may be a crowd of not-very-large, not-very-fit girls, but I pity that fool if he dares to set foot in this town again and we catch him trying to have any kind of contact with Evilducky. Now we can openly and loudly wish him a lifetime of erectile dysfunction and an infestation of rabid crotch weasels.

Evilducky, I know you don't like country music all that much, but this one's for you:

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Reading:  Second Helpings by Megan McCafferty

Playing:  the 1999 mix