
Not to be confused with Bear Grylls, who returns from the wilderness. This Grilles just returns air.

Not to be confused with Bear Grylls, who returns from the wilderness. This Grilles just returns air.
If you go to any sort of get-together where people bring food here in Utah, it’s pretty much a guarantee there will be jello. Not necessarily regular, ol’ jello, though. It’s seldom plain; something will be added. Usually something strange.
Think Raisins. Shredded carrots. Slivered almonds. Things you would never think to put in jello are common here. Toppings mostly consisting of cream cheese are the norm. Not only do I find most of these very unappealing, I have a hard time understanding how these concoctions ever came to be in the first place. It’s like someone bought all the ingredients for a carrot cake except for the actual cake mix, got home, realized the problem, and figured the box of orange or lime jello in the cupboard would work just as well.
Surprise – it doesn’t.
Please help us, B. Dylan Hollis. You’re our only hope.

This bikini top is super flattering.

I feel the airbag warnings on cars in Germany are a little unhinged compared to what I usually see in the US.

The need for a bit of editing aside, I like this hotel. It has personality.

Crispy… sauerkraut? Crispy… canned… sauerkraut? This product has multiple reasons to be anything but crispy.

That’s no contact he’s missing. That’s a tusk.

So I found a wad of cat hair, kind of in the shape of a cat. Cat-ception?
I really don’t need Crafting with Cat Hair if my washer/dryer can just do it for me.
Ok, so I don’t actually work with celebrities. But I found when I started a new job at a large company that I assigned people actors’ or characters’ names in my head until I learned their real ones. Now, I don’t really follow any famous people, but I guess I know of enough of them to name them or their roles here and there. And when I switched to yet a different large company some time later, I followed that pattern. So all in all, I’ve worked with:
Now who is Aging Peter you might ask? This guy, whose real name I do know these days, looks exactly like the cartoon character Peter Griffin from Family Guy come to life, but with gray hair. He’s a grandpa, you see. So I call him Aging Peter in my mind, and I love him. Unlike that cartoon character, he is the nicest, happiest fellow you could ever meet. He always greets me with a smile. Thank you, Aging Peter.
I was tired and kind of out it this morning, so I wasn’t sticking to my usual routine. I told Giant Husband I was “slightly out of order,” meaning I wasn’t following my usual order of operations. But when I said it I realized it probably sounds like I’m referring to myself as a machine that isn’t functioning quite right. And you know, that works too.