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06/16/2006 = 02:33 PM

From the "Never a Dull Moment" Files (provided you either define never as "always", or define dull as "exciting"):

I am getting a new pizza stone from Pampered Chef, because why get a reasonably-priced pizza stone from Tarzhay, or even a stoneware tile from the quarry down the street, when I can support my friend (and partner-in-Ron-Weasley-adoration) Amy in her chef pampering party-animal fun by spending way too much money?

I assure you I am far too responsible with my finances to do this with my own money. I made That Man of Mine sell a baseball card and give me the money. Hey, he should have thought of that when he said we couldn't go to Tony Packo's. It would've been cheaper, even if you factor in the cost of gas.

I do believe I am a chef (or at least a person possessing some small skill in cookery) deserving of pampering, so I qualify for a new pizza stone if I want one.

Yes, this is important. Tasty carbohydrates are a high priority in my world.

Of course it's a multitasker. I can also make foccaccia on it. Or cinnamon twists.

Or, if you want to be persnickety about it, it can be a weapon upside your head. You have options.

Yours should be not to hand the smack about my new pizza stone. It's a multitasker 'cos I said it is, and that ought to be good enough for you.

As for Alton Brown, he can't hand the smack either, 'cos I have one of his t-shirts, and so far the only thing it's good for is covering my boobs.

Well, I mean, it's also quool beyond all quoolness, but I'm at least that quool even in blank t-shirts, right?

Right?

Stop that laughing. You'll spill your icy cold glass of shut up.

Anyway, if he can think of another task for it, he's welcome to suggest it.

Here's something that falls drifts vaguely under the "Surreal" category:

The Ladies' room at work backs against the Mens', presumably because they share plumbing — I know nothing of building design — so if you're not careful, and you're in the Mens' at the same time I'm in the Ladies', I can't hear everything you're up to, but if you're not quiet, I can hear some of it.

If, for instance, you're whistling Beautiful Dreamer at top volume, I can hear that.

And I have a few problems with it.

Why that song, whilst, presumably, having a pee? If you're trying to wake something up at that particular moment, I so don't want to know.

And couldn't you have picked something else? 'Cos Beautiful Dreamer is now an earbird, having flown into my brain and established what appears to be permanent residence.

And I can't remember what comes after "Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me," so my mind digs through the brain confetti and substitutes Dr. Seuss: "Get off of my nest and get out of my tree."

Which only figures, with an earbird.

Office conversation from yesterday, when we were talking about places we'd been in Canada:

Coworker: I've been to Regina.
My Friend Who Isn't But Is Sort Of: Well, yeah, but who hasn't?
Me: I haven't. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

This entire conversation led to much twelve year-old-type snickering, and it might help for you to know, if you didn't already, that the name of the city of Regina (which is the capital of Saskatchewan) is pronounced to rhyme with the technical terminology for a woman's nortybits.

Or maybe you had to be there.

I haven't. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Also due to my not having gotten to go to Tony Packo's last month: today, after work, I will be getting my cholesterol on at Swanky Franks.

Word to the wise — don't spend the extra 25¢ for a grilled hot dog as opposed to deep-fried. The deep-fried dog is surprisingly good, not any more greasy than a grilled one, and does that pop-thing when you bite into it.

Mind you, if you're vegetarian or vegan, don't order anything fried, since they use the same fryer for everything. They have salads.

Of course, it strikes me as a bit futile to to go to a place with "Franks" in its name and order salad, but I am no one to judge, since the first time I ever went to Nathan's (home of the Coney Island hot dog extraordinaire), I had pizza.

It was one of those things. We got there and I wasn't really in the mood for a hot dog, but when we walked in, they had just pulled heavenly-smelling fresh pizzas out of the ovens, and Bob's your uncle.

From pizza to pizza. So it was, sort of, an entry that didn't meander too much.

Alternately, "That will bring us back to dough."

Tags: Pampered Chef, Alton Brown, Swanky Franks, pizza, charity, golf, Hanahoe Children's Clinic

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