too much garlic
You know how when you are in line at the grocery or Sam�s Club or Costco if you are not trash like I am, and you see a kid in the cart ahead of you and they make a face so you make a face and this fun game continues until an adult notices you, and looks at you as if to kill you.
Well, today at Sam�s I was playing �trading faces� with this kid and I must have contorted my face into John F-ing Kerry�s because the kid screamed in ABSOLUTE terror. I wish I knew what I had done to my face so as to do it more often.
Today is not my day
For reasons only God knows I put all my change while cleaning out my pockets into my mouth. I put everything in my mouth. It�s like a pocket for my face. I swallowed something. Jesus Lord. Thankfully, it�s a penny and you can digest those or at least pass them with little effort. How do I know this? This is not the first time that this has happened.
Today is not my day
There were also chocolate chips in my pocket from when I was baking cookies. This has more to do with science than storage. They were all melted and it was not a fun time for my fingers at all. Laundry ensued.
Also today�
I made Chinese food for dinner. I used to follow recipies closely but now when I say, �I made Chinese food,� I mean �I made stuff in the wok and soy sauce was a key ingredient.� Soy sauce is a genius invention. I am so glad Al Gore thought of that right after the internet and pogo sticks.
Someone said to me a couple weeks ago, �soy sauce gives you gas.� How do they know what give me gas? And, was it really that bad that you could smell it over IM? Wow.
