Sound the flags!

I actually made something that tasted good! It's been quite the pilgrimage this week. To give you the highlights - first there was the nasty soup that smelled enough like dog food that I haven't had the guts to taste it yet. Then one night I made a "pizza" of sorts (to completely defame the name). We had company and everyone else was eating real pizza. So I made this whole wheat biscuit dough for a crust and made this nasty home made pizza sauce and put veggies on top. Well, it turns out the little tar crust was supposed to have 4 tsp. of baking powder as opposed to baking soda. It seemed like an exfoliater of sorts... anyway, I'm continuing to eat it but it's not pleasant. Then I bought some healthy salad dressing 2ce but they were both revolting. But anyway, tonight I made some chicken barley soup with a pile of veggies and it turned out quite good. And it only took till 9:00...

Okay, onto something interesting. Let's see - the only thing I remember from John Tesh is where the name WD-40 came from. I think some of you probably know this already - something about it taking the company 40 tries to get the Water Displacement formula right. Oh, I do remember one more thing - your key to a blissful marriage is to e-mail your spouse throughout the day hashing through all your junk so you can enjoy your evening.

Onto something light and airy - a much older and wiser lady shared this story with me and I think it's okay to post here, but it is a bit more crass than usual so beware. I got such a huge bang out of it that I just couldn't keep it to myself. Okay, so a friend was telling me this true story, as told to her by the main character. Once upon a time long ago there was an older, conservative Mennonite lady who went to the shoe store to buy a new pair of shoes. As was the custom back in the day, the nice man measured her shoe, then went to the back room to find a pair for her to try on. As was also the custom back in the day, the friendly man put the new shoe on the lady so she could try it out. As he lifted her leg slightly, the lady, (ahem) farted. Well, she was so embarrassed, distraught, and humiliated, that when the friendly man went back to the shoe room to find her another shoe, she bolted from the store and sought refuge in her car. But alas, her heart sank as she realized that she had left her purse in the store. So she had to go back in and face the friendly man. So she re-entered the store, obviously completely consumed by the whole terrible ordeal, and approached the friendly man. The man asked, "Can I help you Ma'am?" and she replied, "Yes, I believe I left my fart in here." Then I don't what the man said, but hopefully he said, "Oh yes, it's right over here on the chair."

I'm sorry if I offended anyone. Good night.