I don't know about y'all but this weekend is really harshing my saucy mellow. Thanks to NBC's schizophrenic attempts at editing, I've seen 17 hours of beach volleyball in hopes to catch the events I want to watch interspersed within and I still seem to miss them. I must step into a wormhole on the way to the bathroom and returned 45 minutes later in a parallel universe where the tv schedule lies. We still dominate beach volleyball in every universe though.
Also, things at the ModSauce Ranch are breaking down: the lawnmower broke after 3 passes around the yard giving my yard a fat mohawk until I could borrow my neighbor's. The dishwasher spit out a rusty screw today (probably superfluous anyway) and makes a soothing, albeit concerning, grinding noise. The washing machine only does its denouement spin cycle about 50% of the time and the dryer works but has begun squeaking so loudly it sounds like someone is murdering a sheep in the laundry room.
Naturally I self-medicated my troubles away by eating shameful amounts of gluten-free, wheat-free, care-free ginger molasses cookies I found in bulk at Big Lots. Nobody buys the organic stuff there so it's all mine. It's called HEALTHY EATING, y'all. The proceeding stomach ache is all mine too.
All this HEALTHY EATING will probably do wonders for my skin which the 117% humidity is turning into a minefield of impending disaster. You probably shouldn't yell too loudly in my direction otherwise we might have sonic-induced eruptions.
After all this obvious tragedy at the Ranch, I needed something to light my soul on fire again. So here's a snail taking a shower.
It's the best thing I've ever seen. Like Flashdance but sexier. Especially at the :23 mark.
I've been blogging for about two decades and I ramble on about all kinds of flotsam and jetsam that surfaces in my brain but I can't remember if we've ever gotten around to my love of snails... Have we? Because it's really important to my design psyche.
Also, the health of my soul and possibly yours now.