Hump Day

turkey bacon avocado

Last Wednesday I wrote a blog about The Loneliness of the Brita and my lack of good water-cooler chat. So I repeat that format to get over this hump day like everyone else and just make random statements.

The photo above was taken at a fast-food establishment which I probably shouldn’t name but it rhymes with Bubway. My question is what is a turkey bacon avocado? Is the turkey and bacon where the pit usually is and this is some kind of strange genetic engineering. It scares me.

I’ve never yelped. Not even once.

It’s kind of sad that Hump Day comes only two days after the start of the work week. Are we really that tired or bored that fast?

I forgot so much I learned in math in school. I heard the word perimeter the other day and had to look it up to remember what it meant. So the teachers were wrong; you won’t use it in everyday life.

Rogaine is for suckers.

Peanut butter should be the fifth food group.

If dolphins are so smart, how come they never figure out how to break out?

My inner jukebox is playing that “Voulez-vous coucher aver moi ce soi” song this morning. Unfortunately that’s all the words it knows so it just keeps repeating.

I have a profile on OkCupid. I wrote this woman and she wrote back, asked what kind of performer I am. I told her magician. She disappeared.

If it’s such a smart phone, why do I have to tell it what to do.