1. About a month or so ago, my husband came across some site on the Internet that offers free magazine subscriptions. He signed up for a number of publications that interested him, and they have slowly been making their way into our mailbox.
Every time another one arrives he shows it to me and says, “Yeah, I got this from that same site; you know, the one that offered me Wood.”
2. Somehow during the last week or two my husband sprained his pinky finger, so he’s been taping it up to help with the pain.
Last week he had to go on a business trip to Mexico, and when he arrived there and they saw his taped-up finger, all his Mexican colleagues were quite concerned.
“How did you do that?” they asked.
“I don’t know-why?” he responded.
“Because if you have that kind of injury down here, it means that you recently made a very, very bad gesture.”
(Unfortunately, no further information was forthcoming on this subject.)
3. I was recently made aware of a new Rooster-themed restaurant that recently opened up back in Charlotte (NC) where I went to high school.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, and no, it’s not the kind of Rooster-Restaurant you might expect to find in the more rural parts of the state, the parts where the residents actually consider road-kill to be a form of haute cuisine.
No, it’s (apparently) trying to be all trendy and avant-garde, which I have to imagine is hard to do, given that it apparently features an entire wall dedicated to just about every kind of taxidermied rooster in existence.
It was hard enough to wrap my brain around that concept, but then I found out that all it serves is tapas.
“So”, I asked the person telling me this story, ” it is a tapas-serving, taxidermied-Rooster-themed restaurant?”
“Yes it is,” they replied.
And then my head exploded.