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Yesterday I was looking for some cheap spaghetti sauce to fulfill part of the “vegetable” section of my daily food pyramid when I broke out laughing in the grocery aisle.
I could spend $2 on a jar of the “mushroom” variety sauce or splurge and fork over an extra 50 cents for the “fresh mushroom” flavor. Really? Who the heck are they trying to fool? Fresh right out of the jar?!
Pshaw! I’ll keep my two quarters thank you very much!
Coming back from my run this morning I saw a guy going out for ride not on his bicycle, but on his unicycle.
And he was pretty ripped (although not quite as ripped as Mr. Soltys).
I went over the awesomeness of my being that buff and momentarily contemplated picking up unicycling as a hobby.
But then I realized that that was never, ever going to happen.
Yesterday during a morning date at a local breakfastery that shall remain nameless, Mike realized that he (or perhaps the chef) didn’t know the difference between eggs over easy and eggs over medium.
When his “over medium” order came out too runny for his liking, he decided that from now on he’ll opt for “eggs over really difficult.”
We’ll keep you posted on how that works out.
The poor lady who’s here in the computer lab with me has had to endure my incessant humming (OK, I’ll admit it … it’s probably closer to singing) along with Colbie Caillat, Amos Lee and Sara Bareilles.
Oh well.
I was here first.
Why is it that I feel so much smarter and culturally aware when I listen to classical music?
Everyone knows that Jack Johnson pops up on any possible Pandora station that you make … bluegrass, rock, Top 40, country, heavy metal … whatever.
I think that less people have realized that “Hallelujah” is the same way. That gorgeous song has been covered so many times by so many people, it might be even more prolific than good old Jack.