The need for a bit of editing aside, I like this hotel. It has personality.
Watch Out for the Fie
Category: Life
Not Crispy x2
Crispy… sauerkraut? Crispy… canned… sauerkraut? This product has multiple reasons to be anything but crispy.
Cat Hair Cat
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.
I Work with Celebrities
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:
- Jason Alexander
- Young Wilford Brimley
- Crispin Glover (almost exactly how he is as George McFly)
- Dr. Wilson from House (Robert Sean Leonard)
- Stuart from Big Bang Theory (Kevin Sussman)
- Thinner John Goodman (whose name actually is John!)
- Maid Marian from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio)
- And my favorite, Aging Peter Griffin
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.
Out of Order
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.
Where Are All My Clothes?
Folding a load of laundry (darks).
Giant Husband sure has a lot more clothes here than I do… Well, he probably wears more dark clothes.
Taking the lights out of the dryer. There are 3 times as many clothes for GH.
WTF?!
Sims Shake Baby Edition
When you’re in a cult, be sure to teach ’em young.
Like, super young.
Put It on a Stick
I have a coworker on the other side of the building whom I often see in the lobby or breakroom. We always seem to be on the same schedule for lunch and quick breaks, which is great because he’s quite nice. I was in the lobby this afternoon and he came up to me, all sullen. I asked him what was up. His response?
“Jalapeno pepper on a stick.”
Then he walked away.
I have no idea what that was about, where it came from, or if it was cause for alarm. But I do know: I like that guy.
Universal Way to Claim
I accidentally poured out a bunch of cat treats on the floor when I was giving Catty Whampuss his nightly snack. Catty fervently endeavored to inhale them all while I worked around him to pick them up. As I was apparently winning, Catty resorted to licking as many as possible.
Reverend Ron
Drive of the day:
Today Giant Husband drove a member of the clergy, we’ll call him Reverend Ron, to the liquor store in the early afternoon. Ron had evidently already had quite a bit of the beverage, but told Giant Husband how he had run out and needed more. He was very nice.