So I realized early in life I wasn’t going to win the Nobel prize in physics…no big deal I thought, I’ll try really hard to be a jock. So every day I practiced hitting a volleyball in my basement. To this day I still haven’t got all of the ceiling splinters out of my head. Oh wait a second now, I hope you don’t think I was so dumb that I kept doing this to my poor head. Of course not, I started to wear a hockey helmet on practice days……..which actually helped prepare me for my days working for Volvo.
Girls. Damn it I wish I had dated every one of you. And I don’t mean having sex. I hate sex. It makes me sweat. I wish my wife would have an affair just to take the pressure off me.
On a serious note, nice website Kath! (www.foodmusings.ca). My wife is quite the cook so I’ll steer her in your direction. I personally like to bake now that I realize when the recipe calls for three whole eggs, it doesn’t mean shells included. Why don’t they just say, three eggs without the shells? As far as I’m concerned, an egg isn’t “whole” without the shell.
Sorry to cut this short but I’m almost out of room on this page and I haven’t figured out how to write on the back. What a waste of paper!
Stay thirsty my friends!
Ed. note; Mr. Hinds, our apologies for waking you from your slumber. We had no idea that words like "abreast" and "wardrobe malfunction" would have such an effect on you. We shall endeavor to use them in all blog posts from here on in.