Good evening folks!
I just hate that the weekend’s coming to an end, as this one was stuffed (in all senses of the word!) Stuffed with fun, stuffed with friends, and stuffed with food! My tummy feels like it’s going to pop (when it rains, it pours with eating for me, I think.) Luckily, tomorrow a new day, a new week, and right back to the grindstone. There were some funny things, silly thoughts, and random questions to make up this week’s Six Pack Sunday!!
- I had an excellent time at Beer, Bourbon, and BBQon Friday. But even before we got into the festival, I saw something that made me chuckle.
So true, Lagunitas (a brewery I’m rather fond of, actually.)
- Ever had a Coronarita?
Well…. I have.
Jealous? Should be.
- Ryan hates having folks at restaurants sing happy birthday to him (or to draw any attention to himself at a restaurant whatsoever.) Regardless, at On the Border(same spot I got that Coronarita!), our server, Bob, redeemed his somewhat-lame service with a total stealth birthday surprise.
I still wish we’d sung, but I hate to embarrass people (wait a minute…. I love to do that, and to make a scene. But I figured the best present I could give my beau would be to not shame him in front of his father, stepmother, and a number of strangers. Happy Birthday, dear.)
- Last night, I think we spent an hour (11pm-midnight) watching “America’s Cutest Dog.”(spoiler alert: the winner is below)
Spudgy was the winner, by a landslide. It is quite possibly the most adorable sleepy pomeranian, Spudgy, who was trying SO hard to stay awake…. but it just wasn’t in the cards, Spudge. I’m sorry, but great job on getting back up! I promise, you weren’t missing much.
- As I chopped up my eggplant for my “omelet” this morning (I put “omelet” in quotation marks because I may be the worst egg flipper known to mankind and it always just ends up as a sorta egg scramble omelet-wannabe), I couldn’t help but wonder “Why on Earth are eggplants called “egg”plants?”
Well, I went searching, and here’s what I found out:
The name of eggplant was given it by Europeans in the middle of the eighteenth century because the variety they knew had fruits that were the shape and size of goose eggs. That variety also had fruits that are a whitish or yellowish colour rather than the wine purple that is more familiar to us nowadays. So the sort they knew really did look as though it had fruits like eggs. Source – Michael Quinion’s World Wide Words
- If you’ve ever been to a movie theater, you’ve probably seen this poster:
Today, after seeing Captain America (which I LOVED, and not even just for Chris Evan’s smoking bod)
I couldn’t help but look at that poster…. and wonder what that SHADY rabbit is doing in the bottom left. If he couldn’t see the PG-13 movie (note the young lady blocking his eyes, probably from the nude scenes), he certainly shouldn’t be allowed to see an NC-17 flick! Maybe that’s why he’s got the glasses on…. some sort of disguise.
Let’s be honest, bunny, you’re not fooling anyone.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend, loveys! I’m off to watch Sturgis: Cops. It’s like the show, Cops…. only with more bikers.
Envy me, please.