So, I’ve always heard that Ladybugs are good luck. And I think that’s probably true because at the least they don’t bite, sting, or eat your clothes. Ladybugs for the lucky win!
No fewer than 5 of these lucky ladybugs were discovered in my hotel room last week. Some people would have been bothered by this, I was not. I took it as a wonderful sign of happy things to come and caught them all so they could hang out together on the desk. Well, except for one. While I was trying to catch it, I kind of squashed it….
Do you think that totally negated the luck of the other 4?
Just in case, the next day, I helped 2 other ladybugs I saw on the sidewalk. They were alive but turned over on their backs and I helped them flip over. Does that make up for the squashing the night before?
I’m just trying to figure out where my luck stands here…..
Just chillin on the ice bucket
I stayed in a hotel this week and while there, I had an idea. I decided to leave happy notes and pictures around the room for housekeeping to find when I left. I left things like, “Have a great day!” and “You’re the bee’s knees” and pictures of smiling faces and unicorns.
I thought it was nice. Then, I realized that it all probably ended up in the trash and basically all I did was murder trees and scribble on the dead bits.
Which just goes to show you one persons nice is another persons tree murder.
I don’t care how cute people think it is, I have always found children speaking in unison chillingly.
Thanksgiving is my very favorite holiday. The food is divine (thanks to my divine Mother) and there isn’t any pressure-fllled gift giving. It’s just food, football, and family. And I love it.
I am not unaware of the potential hazards of the holiday. Namely, the extreme hazard of getting involved in a controversial/emotional conversation with a family member. Basically, Thanksgiving can be a controversy obstacle course. In the past, I have pretty much comically tripped over every obstacle because, well, because I’m me. But, this year I’m prepared.
Any time anyone says anything remotely controversial, I will utter the following in a robot voice.
“I have registered your opinion and filed it in my memory banks. Please proceed to the next topic.”
Also, I’ll do the robot while saying that. I don’t think anyone will be able to continue on after that.
I just saved Thanksgiving y’all.
Watching the previews prior to seeing Catching Fire (which, oh my word y’all all the feels…..)
Captain Thoughtful: What is this?!
Me: They are advertising for the One Direction Movie DVD.
Captain Thoughtful: No. No. I already saw this commercial/preview once. I’m not watching it again. They can’t make me. NO.
Me: (Laughing) Well, they are bound to show it more than one time.
Captain Thoughtful: No. No. I won’t stand for this. I saw it once, I should never have to see it again.
Me: Now it’s over.
Captain Thoughtful: There will not be a third time. Not. A. Third. Time.
While watching a PBS special on Paris….
Host: …Napoleon brought the French empire almost to ruin.
Me: Well, you try fighting in Russia in the Winter!
Captain Thoughtful: Are you defending Napoleon?
Me: I……yeah…..but why??!!
A couple of weeks ago, I almost ran into Jack Black at the airport. Almost, but I caught myself in time. If it wasn’t for my damn cat-like reflexes, I would have had an awesome story about literally running into Jack Black.
Last weekend, we had a bridal shower for my dear friend Grace of The Spinsters fame. I arranged all the flowers for it, so necessarily, I needed to buy a large amount of flowers. While in the checkout line with all the flowers, an old man who was in front of me turned and said “What a lovely bunch of flowers! What do you need so many for?” to which I said, “For a bridal shower.” to which he then said “Oh! Is your daughter getting married?”
And then I died. The end.
When I found my first chili cheese burrito (CCB) at a random Taco Bell in Ft. Worth, Texas, I thought my great CCB quest had come to an end. After all, I had found what I was looking for, right?
I will never stop wanting the CCB, and so, my quest continues. In every city I visit, I will try to find you CCB, I will never stop looking. Never.
And I did find you again CCB, this time in Kansas City Missouri.
2 of those were mine….or all of them. Listen, this isn’t a place a judgement, ok? This is a place of acceptance. And I wholeheartedly accept my love of the chili cheese burrito. WHOLEHEARTEDLY.
Last week in my yoga class, my instructor advised us that while in downward dog we should feel our “anus blossoming”.
I’m not sure I want to be that good at yoga.