On the way to dinner tonight, I saw a strange license plate. OK, so it wasn’t so much the license plate was strange, as it was strange to see it on a particular car. We came up behind a Dale Earnhardt Signature Edition Monte Carlo.
Imagine seeing this car, including the Intimidator insignia, with a license plate of “I SILLY 1″. Not a good fit.
Start with a completely clogged shower drain. Mix in an unplanned cleaning of the tub after the plumbers got the drain cleared. Add a couple dashes of random stupidity in the form of asking a really, horribly idiotic question at work and trying to wrap up the vacuum cord without unplugging it. Top it off with a new bill saying last month’s was never paid, causing the realization that a couple bills were accidentally put in the paid pile and were now a little late. That’s a sure-fire recipe for a bad day.
I knew I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed this morning. *sigh*
I know I said I wasn’t going to do the whole “What I had for lunch today…” thing, but please bear with me for a moment. Mr. B and I went out to dinner tonight to Bennigan’s. My salad came with a dinner role and small cup of butter that appeared to have a bit of sugar blended into it. This made me remember making Butter-Sugar sandwiches as a child, to which Mr. B gave me a very funny look. Apparently, he had never done it. For those of you who haven’t, you basically butter a slice of bread, pour a little sugar on, shake it a bit until it all sticks down on the butter, and fold it in half.
Is that really so weird?
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