We went with friends to Chevy's last night, and again (just like last time, and the time before that, etc) our clothing, hair, skin... all smell like Chevy's. Em put on her coat this morning, and it almost made us feel sick. I'm not sure if it's poor air circulation or if they inject salsa into the air ducts, but I hate smelling like a mexican restaurant.
It's Groundhog Day. The day that the Groundhog checks his list, finds out who's lost teeth and comes down the chimney to leave eggs under your pillow.
Or something like that.
I would rail about how stupid the whole concept of Groundhog Day is, but I'm pretty sure the people of Punxsutawney, PA have enough disappointment and negativity in their lives just from having to live there. So I will refrain from stating how ridiculous it is to think a large rodent in Pennsylvania has some sort of meteorological prowess.
Whoops. See, I need to learn when to shut up.
Human blood is blue until it hits oxygen.
How many times have you heard that? I can even hear the smarmy, cutting tone to the voice of the know-it-all who's saying it. It's not true.
Human blood is always red. It's darker red when it's going INTO the lungs than it is coming OUT, because highly oxygenated blood is brighter red. But when someone tries to tell you that we are like Vulcans and have blue, green or chartreuse blood, they are full of shit.
And that shit is, oddly enough, blue.
I got nothing else today. If I think of something, you'll be the first to know.