I ate Lamb’s testicles this past Saturday. Let me explain. So I bought a Groupon for a new restaurant called Brannigans (or something like that). Checked out the menu and it looks unbelievable…top menu.
I never liked Scooby Doo as a kid. First, Scooby Doo was a moron. I always wanted my heroes to be, well, heroes. Second, the ghosts never ended up being ghosts. Why did it have to be Old Man Harvey from the Carnival? Why couldn’t it just be a ghost? Much more exciting that way. But this isn’t about me. This is about my 4 and 7-year-old who do happen to like that idiot dog and his doped-up sidekick (though they’ve never watched Scooby with me). It’s not scary (it’s always fake) and they find it funny. So when I rented Scooby Doo on Zombie Island…oh my.
Spoiler Alert! Turn back if you do not want to ruin Scooby Doo on Zombie Island!
I disappeared for a while. Let’s call it the vortex of 2010. Though there were a few victories in 2010, for the most part it was craptacula
r and deserves to be forgotten. Luckily, once you’ve hit rock bottom, there’s only one way to go. Oddly, I said this many times during 2010 and I sunk further and further into misery. Mind you, there were some spectacular successes during 2010, but people seem to like the misery better…
So there I was, about to eat my peanut butter sandwich. Before I take a bite, however, I am distracted by something on my computer (porn, no doubt). When I return to my sandwich, I am once again distracted. This time by something that Stephen Colbert and YouTube. Then researching Tony Edwards on Wikipedia (really, an actor?). You know how the internets can kill a day.
In the meantime, I let my good friend ‘mousey’ (yes, a mouse) do what he does…take a few licks from my peanut butter jar. He and I go way back so I don’t mind him helping himself. Finally, after two hours of distractions, I return to my stale sandwich….as I’m about to take a bite, I stop before my mouth touches the crust…
I had to get my blood pulled yesterday (nothing out of the ordinary…cholesterol, b12, thyroid, etc, etc) I go to the blood lab — as an aside, this is the same lab that gave Kari her erroneous leukemia result. The waiting room is empty and two women are behind the counter. I walk up to the counter with my requisition form and my health card. The first woman is typing. The second is on the phone.
There’s a sign that says ‘Take a Number’.
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