Turns out, you’re not supposed to put the meat thermometer in the oven.
Sometimes, I’m just too lazy to go hunting around for Saran Wrap to preserve the leftovers.
I call this “The Food Terrarium.”
Went over to Adam and Em’s to watch the final game of the NCAA tournament. We were rooting for Kentucky in support of Randy, so in the last minutes of the game, Mike offers the team a bit of encouragement: “Come on, guys. Score some more of those basketball points!”
Our kids, if we have them, are doomed to be enormous nerds.
Went to the Asian food market the other day down in Denver. They have huge tanks filled with lobsters, crabs and big ‘ole fish swimming around. You can get a pretty good price too–only $12.99 for a 2+ pound live lobster.
Admittedly, not all of the seafood was quite so chipper.
Thus it was necessary to designate pricing specific to breathing capabilities. As you can see below, the signs don’t mince words:
(From awhile ago …)
OK, I’ll admit it. After five days with a wracking cough that’s probably bronchitis, the diagnosed double pink eye, a sinus infection, an inability to hear anything but highly muffled sounds out of my clogged right ear, a sore throat, and hangnail, it’s time to face the truth.