So I’m in my local Mom & Pop convenience store chain waiting to buy a grape soda and a bag of Haribo Fruit Blasts (“Another quality MAOAM chew from Haribo”) when I start perusing the magazine rack next to me. One of the women’s magazines (there’s a blonde on the cover, if that helps) has its headlines a little too scattered for my addled mind. Apparently there is an article about improving your sex life as well as one about improving your hairstyle. The only problem is, when you zip across the cover as I am wont to do, you get a headline reading “Improve your sex life! No scissors needed!”

Hold me, I’m scared.

That’s the sound my brain’s making right now. Seems kinda hard to make out any useful thoughts. Oh well – all the more reason to spend more time at Catch today.

Oh, and I’m on A&W today. Mmmm… caffeine-free root beery goodness.

So Barb’s office has just purchased a big honkin’ TV/DVD/VCR combo for whatever reason and we decided to break it in at lunch today. Not enough time for a full movie (what do you think we are, bankers?), so we grabbed one of the Muppet Show DVDs off the shelf.
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So I’m walking to work today and I realize I’m following this girl wearing one of those fashions I have yet to understand – jeans with bleached out stripes. Granted, I wore my fair share of acid-wash back in the day. Never much got into the torn jeans thing, other than when I was really small, but then it was because I was tired of Mama Moondoggie putting rainbow patches on the rips.
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