If I were to do it over, I’d major in English.
My stripper name would be Polly Sillybic.
If I were to do it over, I’d major in English.
My stripper name would be Polly Sillybic.
We celebrated by trying halibut, which he didn’t care for. But, it could’ve been because I splashed it with some lime juice, and added a bit of salt and pepper and then threw it on the grill. Since he made quite the face, and refused to eat any more halibut, he had black beans and avocado, with a side of Cheerios.
As Lee would say, he’s circumnavigated the sun one time.
I can’t make this up.
I did my civic duty, and told the owner that she may want to change the name of the daily special.
“Why?” she asked.
“Well, I’m concerned that your baristas may be projecting the wrong image with the name Daisy Chain,” I said.
“Well, what’s a Daisy Chain?” she asked.
“It’s not a hazelnut and vanilla latte. Nor is it a chain of daisies,” I said.
She was very concerned. It’s not that she’s young and naïve; she has four grown kids, one of which plays professional women’s basketball. But she truly had no idea.
Although the baristas are hot, I did not offer to demonstrate a daisy chain.
She was a bit surprised at the definition of Daisy Chain. She said that when the baristas came up with the name for the daily special, they had no idea that it meant that.
I said, “As far as you know, they don’t know, but they’re savvy college girls, and they may know.” I did not say, “They may have even participated in one.”
I hope they still have this on Sesame Street when it's time for Baby Kaos to start watching television in a few years.
There’s a new book out where author Steve Ettlinger analyzes the 39 chemicals that are in a Twinkie. The book is called: “Twinkie, Deconstructed: My Journey to Discover How the Ingredients Found in Processed Foods Are Grown, Mined (Yes, Mined), and Manipulated Into What America Eats”.
I’m not a big fan of Twinkies. Never have been, and hopefully, Baby Kaos won’t be either.
However, I have two comments:
1. This book is 304 pages. Let me say that again: Three-hundred and four pages. Apparently there’s some serious shit in a Twinkie. So much shit that a simple 10-page pamphlet wouldn’t do. And books sell--good for you, Ettlinger...I hope you make some money.
2. According to MSNBC and Newsweek, “Ettlinger received no help from Hostess and its parent company, Interstate Brands Corp., despite appealing directly to the Vice President of Cake.” What I’d like to know is, where do I apply for the VP of Cake position?
Most people have phone numbers that are a digit or so off from some type of business.
When I was a kid, our phone number ended in 0962. The sporting goods store down the street—their phone number ended 0926. One time, mom mother actually got in a fight with someone on the phone about our phone number and the sporting goods’ phone number. The fight involved her getting out the phone book, ordering the other person to get out their phone book, and they each looked up the phone numbers.
There was yelling. And, at the end, my mother was quite pleased with herself.
I’m not kidding. I wish I were. But I’m not kidding. I couldn’t make this up if I wanted to.
Currently, the phone number Zel and I have is one digit off from an automobile wrecker. The second number in our phone number is a 5, while theirs is a 1.
Sometimes, we go weeks without a wrong number call.
Sometimes they ask, “Is this the wrecking company?”
Usually, we’re very polite, and say, “No, you have the wrong number.”
Sometimes, we get called several times in one day. Today was one of those days.
The first call came as I was changing Baby Kaos’ diaper, and I was in the bedroom, and the cordless, which has caller id, gets fuzzy back there, so I didn’t know who was calling and I picked up the phone.
The man on the other end was nice. I can tell this about a person because the nice people apologize after I tell them they have the wrong phone number.
Baby Kaos and I then laid down for a nap.
Then, about an hour later the phone rang. The phone in the bedroom was off, and I was expecting Zel to call, so I picked up.
I said, “No, you have the wrong number” in a bit of a terse manner, didn’t get a response, and so hung up the phone. Not a nice person.
I came out to the living room, and saw that the dude had called twice. Apparently it was the second call that woke me up, because I didn’t hear it ring the first time.
Not only was he not nice, but he was not bright.
Honestly, now, if you misdial, do you look up the number again and make sure you dial very carefully so that you don’t misdial a second time? Or do you just hit the redial button?