Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Yelling Things at Pedestrians
The last time I can remember doing a drive by yelling was in Manhattan. I was driving in a posh area of town with my friend Amy in the passenger seat. At the time, I believe that I was driving a sexy Ford Taurus Company Fleet Car. Amy saw Ross and Chandler from Friends walking down the street on my side of the car. She threw her body over mine and stuck her head out the window, risking our lives and limbs so she could yell something (I forget what now) at them. We were both in our thirties, then. How mature.
In other news, I bought a new vacuum cleaner today. Don't envy my glamourous life, loyal readers. The machine wasn't a sleek Miele model or even an Electrolux. It was just a Sears Progressive and it was on sale. It was a snazzy shade of orange however. They didn't have it in stock but I ordered it. Sadly, I can't wait to get it. Truth is, I love to vacuum. There, I said it.
Check out my recipe blog. My good friend Dick has joined it as a contributor. As you will see on his profile, his interests are hunting, fishing, making maple syrup and "The Preservation of the Human Body." At first glance, one might thing that as a chef, perhaps he was canning or freezing the human body for later consumption. Fear not, loyal readers, he is an undertaker...or is the politically sensitive term mortician? I don't know. Anyway, he is known in his local area as the Redneck Martha Stewart. He is, perhaps a national treasure. After all, how many outdoorsmen skilled in hunting and fishing can claim the blue ribbon in a cake making contest? I look forward to his recipe contributions.
Off to bed to read W&P. I am on the last section! Peyton Place is next.