Taxidermy

When you go to put your shoes on in the morning, only to find they are packed full of Finding Nemo toys, does it:
A) Ruin the rest of your day,
B) Hurt
C) Get you laughing all the way to work

Let's see...what else...

I went in for a blood test to check and see if my cholesterol levels are high enough to fossilize insects and small vertebrates yet. The nurse-practitioner who ordered the test was a real hoot: "Isn't it fascinating that just a few years ago you had cancer, and now you're fat? You've just got this fat belly. Isn't that something?" "Yeah. It blows me away every time I try to get up and walk and realize my gut is slapping against my knees again. Now go away and work on your bedside manner. You'll need to be a bigger turkey if you ever want to be a doctor."

So in retaliation, I hit Jack in the Box today for a Monster Taco fix, and when asked if I wanted ketchup or hot sauce, I said "hot sauce". Bam. So I was at my desk, and loaded up the first taco with hot sauce. Yum. Went for the next one, grabbed a packet, which conveniently had its back turned to me, and spooged ketchup all in the taco. Oy. Here's to life's little surprises. I tried to sop it out with a napkin, but that's pretty much fruitless with JitB tacos which are mostly goop anyways. So I lived with it. No new culinary discoveries there. It wasn't like an "ooh your peanut butter is in my chocolate!" epiphany. It was mostly just gross.

C.