Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 


There are 2 days left until Christmas. More specifically, there are 2 days left until Christmas is over, and the whole bloody season passes us by for another year. I'm in a cheery mood, more than ready to deck the halls with the heads of customers who felt compelled by the spirit of the season to snark at us for not having the merchandise they wanted (and started looking for with less than a week to go before the "deadline", as it were... Smegheads).

But there's only one shift left for Mel & I to work before enjoying a couple of days off, and that means one critical thing: sleeping in. While I'm not quite as passionate about spending my mornings asleep as Mel is (on a sidenote: never poke Mel early in the morning for no good reason if you value your hand or your face), the last few weeks have seen me running around so much at work that I just crumple onto the couch or bed when I get home.

We'll see how the Sunday shift fares...

In the meanwhile, we get to entertain Gary with our amazing culinary skills. Consider the following near verbatum conversation we had in the grocery store tonight as we stocked up on Christmas dinner & munchie supplies:

Me: "So what is the plan for dinner on Monday?"

Mel: "Well, we could do a beef stew in the crock pot."

Gary: "Beef stew sounds good to me."

Me: "Great! Are we using the pork loin for that?"

[About here, you have to imagine Mel & Gary staring at me in disbelief.]

Mel: "You did hear the part about the stew being 'beef', right?"

Me: [oblivious] "What?"

Mel: "Having only pork in a beef stew kind of defeats the purpose of it being a beef stew!"

Me: "Um...what if it's pork-beef? Genetic splicing and all that. They can make meat taste like other things these days, can't they?"

Gary: "That's called chicken."


...and that, dear readers, is how to hoist oneself up by their own oral pitard. (Which, upon rereading, sounds like some terrible analogy in a lemon fanfic.)

Today's Lesson: on hiatus until I can stop watching Mel play Katamari Damacy out of the corner of my eye.

Labels: Commercialmas nigh, the miracles of modern pork-beef

posted by Phillip at 9:18 PM