I thought I’d throw in another vocabulary word today that Rich doesn’t know. For those who don’t know, or are new to this blog, Rich is my co-worker and he used to be my biggest fan. I’m not sure he’s my biggest fan anymore, but I’m ok with that. He’s the one who suggested I put a site counter on my blog just over a year ago after I’d been blogging a couple of months. He loves the funny stories about my American flag underwear, me accidentally farting in my handsome chiropractors face, and all the hall of shame posts I’ve done. But I think his favorite is the one where I explained my hatred of flies. And you won’t believe this, but I got an e-mail from a company today who wanted to link their powerful fly killing insecticide to that very post.
I think it’s hilarious. I also think this industrious little squirrel is hilarious. He thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips just because he’s figured out how to shimmy down the rope to get to the bird seed.
I also think I love my hairdresser. Yes, I do love my hairdresser. And I love the salon I’ve been going to since last December. It’s a fantastic place and they make me feel like I’m somebody. I mean, I already know I’m somebody, but they’re so great there. The wine is also good, and I promise I only had one (large) glass. I also love the shampoo girl. She gives a head massage and I’m always afraid I’m going to start groaning. Sort of.
I also love a nice hot bowl of Campbell’s tomato soup after a long drive home from the hair salon on 95 in the pouring rain. I love Progresso soups, too but we didn’t have any in the cupboard tonight.
Remember my stovetop from 1968? Well, last week another burner went. My husband took it apart but we’re pretty sure they don’t make the parts for this one anymore. So he went out to the WalMart and bought this handy little number for only $35. We can use any pot we want on it and we now have four burners. Life is good.
Sorry this post was all over the place but it’s a soupcon full of a lot of things. There you go, Rich. A link for you.
Until tomorrow, dear friends . . .