Pillsbury Dough Boy Goes Kaboom

Did you know that if you leave a canister of Pillsbury biscuits in your fridge for 5 months after the expiration date, they will explode? I didn't know that either! Well, now I do, but I didn't before today.

Who knew?

It's The Little Things In Life...

I love when I buy a new anti-perspirant that works well. It's like this great secret I carry around that makes me smile all day long.

Pillow Hog

When Queen Tuffett and I used to share a bed on family vacations, we'd usually wake up in the morning to find that I had sprawled myself out all over the bed, and she had hogged all the covers. I thought it was a good system.

Now that we are all grown up, I only ever share my bed with Anya, who, as it turns out, is more of a bed hog than I am. This is what I wake up to almost every morning:


My head is usually on that little corner of pillow you see to the right.


Luckily I use a queen-sized pillow. Otherwise I think she'd boot me straight onto the mattress!

Diddle Diddle Dumpling

Diddle diddle dumpling, Anya my cat
Likes to bat around her brown stuffed rat.
Her tail twitching, her ears laid flat,
Diddle diddle dumpling, Anya my cat.

Awkward Pose

You know how shoe ads often show a pair of legs in a typically "bashful" position, with the toes pointed in? Like this:


Or like this:


To me, these legs do not look bashful, or playful, or even particularly well positioned to flaunt the shoe to its greatest advantage. To me they look grotesque. Misshapen.

As I was looking through the Target ad this week, I came across the worst example of all.


Girl on left: leaning casually against the wall, legs crossed. Suave. Cool. I want these boots.

Girl in middle: somebody find this woman a bathroom, FAST!

Girl on right: oh my goodness, that poor dear. Look at her sad legs, all deformed and twisted. And she has such nice kneecaps, too. Maybe if I buy those boots it'll make her happy.

???

Looking For A Place To Live

Honestly, is it too much to ask for a nice private one-bedroom home, with room for all my bookshelves and my piano and my desk, that'll let me have a cat, isn't at the top of a hill, looks cute, has a/c and laundry and a garbage disposal and good plumbing, isn't part of a huge complex, is located in a good part of town, isn't infested by bugs or critters, has off-street parking, and goes for under $400 a month? I mean, I'm not asking for the world here, just the basic amenities. Sheesh.

Oh, and a pool would be really awesome, too, but that's totally optional.

;o)

Irony

And of course on the Tuesday that I blog about never receiving anything good in the mail on Tuesdays... I receive a 17-page letter from Elegyrl.

Go figure.

Tuesday Mail

I have this theory that nothing good ever comes in the mail on Tuesday.

So far I think I'm correct.