Okay, so I may be behind the curve on this (I guess there have been news reports on this?!), but I went to Pei Wei yesterday, and THIS is what I found when I went to get my drink:
I felt like I had suddenly stepped into The Jetsons and/or Japan. Hit “Sprite” and you get like 5 different options: cherry, strawberry, etc. Way cool.
Oh, and the best part? Watching people try to figure the machines out. Hahahahaha!!!
Perhaps you remember my “Yummers” Hummer post (you know, the pink Hummer H2 with the personalized plate?). Well, my friends, I’ve recently come across some other interesting things while out on the road.
Just for a refresher, here’s the pink Hummer, basically just because I can’t get over this…and I’ve seen it out and about a few times in random places, so I really can’t forget about it, or at least right when I do, it pops up again. *snort: “pops”.
*snicker*
So here’s yet another example that “Hummer” is an unfortunate name for a vehicle…or anything, for that matter:
Look closely at the Hummer’s tire cover. Give it a minute…
That tire cover? Yeah, it says “Honey’s Little Hummer.” Umm…perhaps the H2 is compensating for something if this is Honey’s little Hummer?? I don’t know…
Ah, and for those of you too lazy to either a) clean up after your own dog, or b) mow your lawn which generally takes care of doggie traces, you can call this guy:
A pooper scooper service?! Okay, this along with random brass shiner persons for your door hinges are services you only pay for if you’re rich off your butt, in my opinion, but maybe I’m wrong. Either way, it’s stinkin’ hilarious. *snort: “stinkin’”.
And lastly, while this is not a car, I find it funny. We’re looking at the office building sign roughly in the middle of the pic:
“Hey Einstein! You forgot the ‘=’ sign!!!!!”
Tehehe.
…or maybe what have I been doing? OMG, it’s been soooo long since I blogged, and for that, my readers, I humbly beg your forgiveness. (Okay, now that that overly-dramatic apology has been dropped, we can move on!)
So, really, what have I been doing?
Um…
Well…
Er…
*Ahem*
…Sleeping???
Really, I’ve been recovering from my root canal, or rather, recovering from the sleep deprivation, caused by the pain, which led to the root canal.
Sad, right?!
I know. Pathetic, but I’ve been doing some other things…
Well, I’ve started re-reading my favorite book of all time: Anna Karenina. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. Tolstoy? Really?
Really. I LOVE this book. It’s so fantastic, and I really love it, and it’s been a really long time since I’ve read it and so I’ve forgotten a bunch of it, and I realize that if I let this sentence run on any further, I’m going to sound like a silly rambling teen. But really, I totally love this book. Review to follow.
Oh, and I recently finished re-reading (I know…I need to pick up a book for the first time next.) The Historian, and I must say that I liked it a ton better the second time around, although a more ruthless Dracula would have been appreciated by yours truly, but, well, I guess “you can’t always get whatcha want.” (Thanks, Mick)
Also, I’ve been working like crazy on my Etsy site (Yay Etsy!), so that’s kept me pretty dang busy!
And, uh, well…that’s about it…you know, if you don’t count solving the world’s problems while simultaneously trying to take it over, then yeah, that’s all. But, I’m back peeps! WATCH OUT!!
Yes, annoying-tooth-that-started-out-as-a-harmless-crown-and-ended-in-a-root-canal-today, I’m talking to you. Why you gotta play me like that?
P.S.S., I <3 my A-MAZING endodontist for a) not hurting me more than I was already hurting, b) taking the pain away, c) making sure I felt nothing, and d) for telling me the story of their South African, middle-aged, uber-conservative co-worker (another endo) and his trip to Gaga's concert and the fun the entire office made of him when they found out.
Seriously, though, it wasn't bad at all! It was my first root canal, and of course, all I'd heard were horror stories, except from my mother who has always said that they're just a little more annoying than a regular filling.
Granted, this is coming from the woman who has a pain tolerance that would put massive football players, adrenaline junkies, and Jackass guys to shame, and I’m typically fantastic about still feeling things at the dentist when I’m supposedly numbed, so I was a little wary, but when you’re eyeing the plyers with serious intent, a little bit of pain in the dental chair isn’t such a bad option.
But, turns out, they’re not that big a deal, so if you’ve never had one, feel free to cite me as one of the rare folks who will say, “Hey, it’s not so bad!” It’s especially not bad if you’ve been in pain for a week and you suddenly find yourself numb and out of pain…I was tempted to take a nap.
Oh, and totally unrelated, I also <3 this:
