Yesterday, while out getting his evening kibble, the THA forwarded this to my cell with the caption “Talk about suck!”. Man, he wasn’t kidding!
Ok, people, no jokes. I found a new favorite eating establishment tonight, while wandering around Wilmington, NC:
So, not only do they not admit idiots, BUT I also recieved 10% off today for having one of these. I happened to have a “double bypass” for dinner, and it was AMAZING. I strongly suggest going if you’re ever in Wilmington, NC.
Went to Ikea yesterday, and found the below upon entering. Perhaps it will help the next time she and LF need to get their Ikea fix:
The THA asked me the other night why I hadn’t posted any steamy details from our past weekend together, and I let him know that we here at NPR Junky didn’t feel it was that kind of an establishment. I asked him if he meant steamy in the way that he chopped the tip of his thumb off when we were making dinner for my family on Saturday night or how we woke up at 5:30 am Saturday and Sunday for no good reason whatsoever. He responded that he meant more steamy in how I took him on a tour of local diners for breakfast on Saturday and Sunday (after having woken up at the crack of dawn both days) and how we managed to make a really good baked ham without really knowing what we were doing.
So there, THA; there’s your shout out 
Having traveled to my company’s PA office again this week, I was lucky enough to have a clear day on which to take the following picture:
This is seriously in the running for the best sign ever:
I’m really bummed about the quality of the pic; the heavens opened on my way back to my hotel and no amount of waiting around would stem the tides, as it were. For those that can’t quite make it out, the sign states “Beer Family Beverage”.
Top THAT.
I’m not quite sure why it took me this long to recount this story; it happened on the same day as my adventures in peanut butter and granola. While the THA was off having top secret meetings, I decided to change his sheets. I didn’t really want to start poking into his personal stuff, but figured that looking in places like his linen closet and hall closet and bedroom closet probably wouldn’t piss him off to the extent that he’d want to burn off my finger prints with acid. I first checked his bedroom closet; there was something large and black taking up much of the floor space. To this day I’m still not sure what it was, but it certainly was NOT a clean set of sheets. Moving on, I checked the linen closet. I struck out again on the sheets, but did find approximately four CPU shells and various other computer parts on the floor. There was similar carnage in the hall closet, along with many pieces of art and I think a pair of shoes.
I’m still not sure where an extra set of sheets are, either. I was in Marshalls on Sunday with Zenchick and found a set of sheets with safari animals on them, but the THA told me it wouldn’t match his duvet.
Raelyn MacKendree, born at 3:41 pm yesterday, 08 Oct 07. She was 7 pounds 2 ounces, 20 and 1/2 inches long, and is just as perfect as her older sister.
Congratulations, Mommy and Daddy! And yes, as Mysterio predicted, she’s sure to be a criminal mastermind.
“Mid-fifties man. Recently discovered guilt. Can’t wait to try it out. Box no. 7297.” From They Call Me Naughty Lola
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