Hey, you.

When the going gets tough, the tough quote “Airplane!”

I thought about titling this “I sure picked a bad week to quit sniffing glue.” But a more better title would be “I picked a bad week to quit amphetamines.” Or, perhaps, “a bad week to quit smoking.”

How about this one?

“The hospital – what is it?” “It’s a big building with patients, but that’s not important right now.”

Or —

Surely you can’t be serious.
I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley.

ha ha! I kill me.

Here’s another:

Elaine, you’re a member of this crew. Can you face some unpleasant facts?
No.

Anybody who can guess just what the fuck I’m on about has my undying devotion, as you will truly lead the rest of us when blogger geeks take over the world.

And if you need me, I’ll be gnawing my fingernails trying to decide whether we want Location, Location, Location, or an Indoor Pool, when choosing a hotel room. I’m going with the one that offers tequila by IV.

Facing the obvious

I was poking around at nutrition labels and information, and ran accross the site called Nutrition Data.

And then, I looked up frosted strawberry pop-tarts. Which I had for breakfast this morning. Of course, I also had a clif bar, but only for research purposes.

It’s no wonder I’m not losing weight faster.

(but, in my defense, at least they are better than Krispy Kreme‘s)

Say what?

Um, kinda busy, sorry. Although I think there are only three or four folks still reading my drivel, so hopefully y’all have something else you can read today (just about anything would be more interesting)

Anyway, I just tried – for the first time, I’m pretty sure – a Clif Bar. And damn, that was pretty good. As energy bars go, it’s gotta be in top five.

Oh, well, more later. Carry on.