Kitchen Science

I keep buying packaged salad mixes, but for some reason, I never end up using them. So six weeks later, I have a bag of brown mush that I throw out.

This happens on a regular basis. Perhaps I should just save time and throw them directly into the trash after buying them.

Oh, and hi Kelli.

De-Moralized

I just realized that I said in my previous post: "The morale of this story" when I of course meant "The moral of this story."

Also, I keep losing my gum containers. Starbucks after-coffee gum comes in a conveniently-shaped tin, just the right size for a 5-stick pack of your typical sugarless bubble gum. It's ridiculously overpriced, of course, but the tins are nice.

Something About Corey

The last time I locked myself out of my house, I was heading out to pick up Corey at the airport. I salvaged that by getting Pauly to take me to an undisclosed location to get a spare key.

So, Saturday was Corey's wedding. I was an usher, so I wanted to be there at 3pm (4pm wedding). I left the house about 2:20pm, so I was in pretty good shape.

Except I didn't have my keys.

Which I realized 2 seconds after the door clicked shut.

I called Pauly to bail me out. Let's see, 10 minutes to get to my place, 15 minutes to the undisclosed location, 5 minutes inside, 15 minutes back...with traffic, it was going to be iffy.

I didn't have anything to lose, so I pulled a plastic card from my wallet and tried to jimmy the lock open.

Whaddya know...it worked.

The morale of this story? Always use your deadbolt.

It Is Called a Moonroof, After All

New variation on an old favorite: Left the moonroof of my car open overnight.

Fortunately, it did not rain.