* I am all better! Apparently it was just a twenty-four-hour bug, which was GREAT because nausea undoes me. I'd rather have a cut that requires multiple stitches than throw up even once. I just...no. Fortunately someone in this house always has Zofran about, but it was pretty hairy there for a minute.
* This video. Everyone at my workplace is obsessed with it (Mr. "Throw up, elliptical," showed it to us all), and once you hear the song you can't unhear it and will be singing it (and even worse, doing the dance) everywhere you go. And then people will look at you like you have severe problems. If by you you mean, you know, me.
* I hesitate to go into specifics for fear of getting threatened with PETA again, but...well. SOME MEATS, when you butcher them, twitch FOREVER. As in, humanely slaughered at least fifteen minutes prior, but if you prod the sinew with the tip of the boning knife it...well. Take a look if you're not too squeamish (although there's no blood or carcass shown, just a meat cutlet--if you can handle seeing raw chicken, you can handle this video) (no, it's not chicken). Kinda amazing. And yes, I know, I need to bleach my cutting board. I sterilize it with heat between uses, because FOOD SAFETY and IMMUNOCOMPROMISED HOUSEHOLD MEMBER, but it looks pretty gnarly. Then again, if you're clicking a link to view twitching fresh meat you probably have no room to judge my cutting board, YOU SICK PERSON, YOU (haha, kidding).
* This is not meat. It's what I had for lunch and it was DELICIOUS:
* A place where I go on the regular has a candy machine that takes quarters. If you look at the candy you can tell it's been there A WHILE, and I've never seen anyone buy any, but what really catches MY eye is...well, have a look.
Figure Two: I've named him Springy. And yes, I did point him out to the establishment's proprietor, who replied with "huh, look at that." That was way back in April, and now I feel like Springy and I are friends and want him to NEVER GO AWAY.
* Money is...ugh. UGH! And Hotter needs dental work and glasses, and Little Child needs glasses, and I really ought to follow up with a doctor on that whole "OMG GOING BLIND" thing I was waiting for the new, better insurance to have officially diagnosed, and GAHHHH. Work is insane right now, at both jobs, and Hotter goes to Transplant Clinic on Tuesday and will probably end up with two or three more appointments out of that to figure out why he is so damned skinny these days and what is up with the neurological mishegas. Money and health: if you've always had them, you take them for granted, if you don't have them, you worry about them CONSTANTLY, and sometimes you can't effing seem to gain either no matter how hard you try. Story of our lives over here!
* How are all of YOU?