Are You Suggesting That Coconuts Migrate?

Feeling kind of silly today. Thought it only appropriate to begin today's blog with a silly title, one that pays to homage to my favorite (and truth be told, the only one I like) Monty Python movie. Other gems from said flick that I quote (often, at random, and many times out loud to the bewilderment of those around me include: "Fight like a man"; "It's merely a flesh wound"; "I'm not dead"; "I got better"; and the classic "Bring me a shrubbery!"

Ok, so you get that I have a highly sarcastic humor threshold. In life I find it either serves me well, or gets me in trouble (depending on the day). I must take this moment to say YEA! Why, you ask? Because it appears there was a reason behind my the Sunday morning hijinks I copped to in my previous post -- I was getting sick. Not a half hour after writing that post, I came down with a bitch of a cold. Not one to complain while sick, I'd rather celebrate after the fact. Huge shout out for wellness! Ok, enough crazy talk.

I have this awesome new tear-off calendar (Christmas gift from my talented amiga Stacey K.) called "Getting in Touch with your Inner Bitch." It contains an great mix of motivational thoughts, snarky comments and amusing quotes. Here's my favorite snarky comment so far, under the heading An Inner Bitch History Lesson: "On this date in 1697, Massachusetts colony officially regretted the Salem witch hunt with a day of fasting. Yeah, that makes up for everything..." LOVE it! Especially when I think, hey, what if those theories about moldy bread are right? I mean, they wouldn't be eating anyway...pretty convenient.

Ok, some random thoughts to end this random blog:

• Why the heck don't they make a tylenol or advil patch for times when you desperately need medication, but can't keep solids or liquids down?
• Who got the bright idea to come up with "sticky keys"? You know, that annoying function that mysteriously takes over your computer if you hit the shift key five times in a row. I'm a writer...I often go to start a sentence with a capital letter (craziness, I know) and, because I can't decide how said sentence should start, I get the sticky keyed. Arrgh. (Ok, is it wrong that the phrase sticky keys somehow reminded me of Phoebe's song "Smelly Cat"...you remember FRIENDS right?...and now I've got "Sticky keys, sticky keys, why are they typing you?" in my head?)
• American Idol is back on. Laughter and mocking abound.

That's all the buzzz that's fit to blog. Time to go eat dinner. For those of you who know me, you know that's code for time to go nuke something in the microwave that I didn't cook because I never ever EVER cook :) A snarky evening to all, and to all a good night.

GB