How Sweet They Look

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Must try. Must try. Nom. Nom.

Oh, Greatness

Thanks to Samerten for that one.

Oh, and SAD and bellapoison pointed me over to my favorite new blog: Cake Wrecks. I've been near tears I've been laughing so hard. And I'm not alone. Others agree...I can tell by the giggles and chortles. (But the links are just my faves, see for yourselves.)

Go Eat Here

Out on the hunt for Jen's new seating arrangement, we encountered some crazy shit this weekend (I'll keep count for you).

First, the Plano Bazaar. As some guy yelled "Miguelito!" over and over again, we looked for DFW Furniture Direct. We also found a baby Jesus statue (two) that I wish I'd had my camera on hand for. Lying prone, he, with locks of luxurious brown curls, had his arms in position and an expression on his face that seemed to say, "Who me? Sorry!" in a ho-hum sort of sit-com way. Awesome. And he was two-feet long.

Then we discovered the pho place. Pho Que Huong--which is not as cool pronunciation-wise as Pho Kim, but still has a nice ring to it upon first glance--had some dynamite Pho for a chain eatery. And it was cheap. Jen and I put away some pork gòi cuõn, bbq meatballs, pho and cà phê sû'a dá (pardon my accent marks, some of them are proving elusive) for about $10.50 a piece before tip. Now, just cut it down to one appetizer or none, go with water instead of the coffee and it'd be an even cheaper and still freakin' hearty lunch. Plus, we overheard stripper talk (three), saw some guys hanging out listening to Tejano by one of those windmill fill-up-your-water-jug places (four) and then found the furniture place where Jen procured her seatery. Success!

We then proceeded to get lost (five) on the back way to IKEA where, batteries are hard to find but extra stuff you don't really need to buy right then isn't. We did, however, leave with cups of icey lingonberry soda, which we did so very much need. Delicious.

I Feel Great! BABIES!!

Thanks to Tommy.

Mmm, Want My Extra Jar of Salmonella?

Yeah, so Jen reminded me a few minutes ago to check my peanut butter. (I was warned yesterday by copy-ed Michelle who possessed one jar of the tainted glug, but had forgotten to check the pantry what with last night's Mavs game. Yay Mavs!, by the way.) Anyway, I grab the near-empty jar of Peter Pan Honey Roast Creamy as well as the spare full jar and yeah, BOTH have the ill-fated 2111 code printed on the lid! Um, seriously. I may or may not have eaten almost a full jar of salmonella-ed PB. Nice. Just my luck. Luckily, no one's had to hold my hair back or anything but I had noticed quease after four straight days of PB sand dinners week before last. Ew.

In other news, Jen has an odd insect bite on her finger. She would like contributions of Calomine, anti-inflammatories and a powerful antidote...or anecdote, whatever works. Right on. Bye.