SAGA OF SILLINESS

I thought I'd share a couple of mundane and random thoughts today. Life can be quite humorous if you choose to perceive things just a little differently.

I coined an unexpected saying the other day. As I was looking over the contents of the frig to determine a shopping list I said, innocently I assure you, "Refrigerators are apparently where left-overs go to die". Well think about it. Don't we feel all virtuous when we lovingly place our offerings in brightly color coordinated covered little bowls who snap, burp and warble. Then 4-5 days later we toss them. I think they appreciate the reprieve but maybe I'm just kidding myself.

I accidently bought a jar of these baby pickles. Just about big enough for one crunch or two very small ones, I have renamed them picklets. Much more descriptive and gentler term for these big pickle wannabes.

And what about those low-fat mozarella cheese sticks. My personal routine is to bite the head off and then slowly pull the rest of the stick into long stringy pieces until it looks like the rosterferian dude featured on the package with all his crazy hair sticking out in different directions. Then I painstakingly chew each little "tendril". Makes it last longer.

As I'm doing laundry this am I always start with the "delicates". What is it about straps (ladies you know what I mean) that cause them to go beserk attacking any other items that dare to share their temporary washroom spa? Yes, I know they have little cages to put these things in, but really how difficult should laundry be? So then I have to spend time untangling, unhooking, untwisting these items from others as they strive to strangle any interloper without straps. Is it a hierarchy thing on some unmentionable status list? Is it a sexual issue and I am merely witnessing the "proverbial" relaxed moment after the passion? Or do certain items in my intimate wardrobe have jealousy issues? At any rate, it is always an adventure to check the load after the rinse cycle.