I went out to my car a bit ago and there was a squirrel sitting on one of the tires. It was eating a seed. I shooed it away before I thought to take a picture of it. I felt a connection with it. Squirrelly (by definition) and loves seeds. I can understand that.
I got a dollar bill in change this morning. On the back of the bill someone wrote the words “I LOVE YOU.” “How sweet,” I thought. Then I turned the dollar over. On the front was the word “ASSHOLE.” I don’t think I’m going to use that bill for legal commerce with another person. I shall probably use it in a machine and pass it on to someone else anonymously. If you run across this dollar, it’s probably best to read it front to back.
There are a group of guys who gather to smoke and talk outside my workplace. They can be found out there several times a day. While I don’t smoke, I understand people who do would want to engage in it fairly often. What I don’t understand is what is there to talk about every day? I like my coworkers, but I’d be willing to bet I could run through almost all interesting information within a day or two if I talked to them frequently.
I got a coupon for a dollar off McDonald’s McSkillet Burrito. I saw some commercials for it over the weekend. The tagline was something like “Everything you love about breakfast.” They then listed the ingredients. My thoughts after each one:
- Scrambled eggs (Yep.)
- Skillet potatoes (Yum.)
- Breakfast sausage (Okay, not a big fan of sausage, but I understand that.)
- Cheddar jack cheese (Mmm, cheese…)
- Peppers and onions (Hmm, maybe, but not usually a part of my morning repast.)
- Spicy salsa (Uh, no. Thanks for ruining the rest.)
Oh, by the way, the McSkillet Burrito? It had a blog. And a car.
Addendum: Oh, I almost forgot. This personal ad, inspired by the webcomic xkcd? He’s looking for a stick figure with squiggly hair. It’s that kind of unrealistic portrayal that can cause poor self-esteem in women whose heads aren’t wider than their bodies. ;)