The other morning I was in a bit of a hurry, but, as I was stinky, needed a shower. Okay, fine, I wasn’t that stinky, but still needed a shower.
Also in the back of my head was the fact that my car needed a car wash.
As I stepped in the shower I thought of the time it was going to take, to get the soap, lather up the bath puff, soap up, rinse off, wash my hair, rinse my hair, and do a spot free rinse.
Then I thought, “Why hasn’t man invented a shower that’s like a car wash.” Then I thought, “This would make a fun song.”
The question of what should we have for dinner came up, and it was decided we should go back to our childhood. Yup, chicken strips baked in an oven and mac and cheese.
Sure, the product choices are supposed to be a bit healthier, but really, it’s just chicken strips and macaroni and cheese.
You may notice there are no vegetables. That is correct, I made dinner. I really went back to my childhood!
Our dog, Milo, has his schedule. Okay, actually I influence his schedule by waking up at 3:30 AM, and for years have trained him that he gets his morning pill, and more importantly to him, some liverwurst, with said pill.
Now, as Milo is getting older, he wants his morning pill, and is deciding that sleeping in, at least for us, is not an option. Usually, this isn’t a problem because I’m getting up early anyway, but if we go to bed late, and plan on a later alarm, there is really no chance as our Milo alarm clock says, “I want my pill!”
The other day I started saying, “Turn up, turn up, turn up!” And then I thought of a turnip. Suddenly a song was born, when “Turn up” turns into “turnip.”
Listen to the song, maybe even twice, and then the next time you say something like “turn up” or “turn it up,” I’m guessing you will instantly think of a turnip.
We had a polar vortex weather system come through, and in our family, there is one member that doesn’t give a crap, literally, about the extreme cold weather.
Milo is doggie litter boxed trained. Yes, there is such a thing as a doggie litter box, and Milo was trained to use it early in his life. Thank you, SecondNature!
I have to admit, though, that I don’t know who is more happy that our dog doesn’t have to go outside to do his doody when the weather is crappy, me, or Milo!
Don’t get me wrong, I love a good dive restaurant. I’ll bypass what might look like roaches on the wall, a dirty bathroom, but if that sandwich is tasty, “special sauce” might just be the key. However, I have also become somewhat food spoiled.
Here, in the Chicago area, I have dined at fantastic restaurants like Alinea, Next, Momotaro, Girl and The Goat, Schwa, Smyth and The Loyalist, and many more. I like to separate the flavors, add them all together in one bite, and enjoy a glass of wine that pairs perfectly with the meal.
Yes, I like fancy dining. I also like a good funeral hot dog, although I hate the fact that it’s at a funeral. Is that so wrong?