in other news...

As I was going upstairs this morning, I had a mirage that the hand rail was salami. Does this mean I miss meat? Or that I secretly think that I can eat wood?

Pop culture has fried my brain. When I was listening to the radio the other day, I couldn't decide if Ludacris was a real word or a rapper. And I couldn't correctly spell or define either of them successfully.

 

I've stopped correcting my spell checker when it asks to replace my name with Kendo. I just let it happen. Somethings aren't worth the fight. (I also let it replace Obama with Osama. Just to frighten people a little bit more with my forwards.)

 

Every night this week, Bryan and I have ended up cursing loudly and have burned each of our hands while cooking dinner. Two out of four of our dinners have been salads.

 

Bryan asked how much a maid would cost to clean our house once a week. I said $500 a week, but that I'd do it for $200. Family discount.

 

We have a new exercise regimen and it seems to be working. We've started walking to the wine shop every night. Carrying 6 bottles of wine gives my arms the work out they deserve.