triple play

1. I'm about 98.4% sure that Strawberry Abita accidentally ended up on Planet Earth. Here is how I think it went down: The gods were having a little too much fun on Mount Olympus and Dionysus, in a drunken stupor, accidentally knocked over a table sending a bottle of Strawberry Abita to Earth. And poof we get a morsel of the god's ambrosia. Yep, definitely how it happened.

I use to start my grocery trips on the produce side. Not anymore. Now I head straight to the beer section in haste knocking over all the grannies in the pharmacy section on my way. Not seriously, but I swear give me anything with wheels and I get road rage. This perfectly describes how I feel every time I get a Strawberry Abita in my hands.

2. Joseph and I decided to spice up our workouts with a game of basketball. I haven't played basketball since I was tween and I'm pretty sure my skills haven't improved since then. In the end, I destroyed Beibs' high school hero b-ballin days and beat him. It may never happen again so I will live it up to the fullest. Looks like this little tot should have spent more time on the court.

3. In my book, USPS and Kate Gosselin are the same level. They never cease to amaze me in all their levels of splendor. Here is the precious little nugget I came home to yesterday.

Why, of course, Mr. Post Man, I know how difficult it was to walk the 4 feet to the post box and place my package in my mailbox. Naturally, it seems so much easier to throw the box at my house and leave it where it landed. How I love you, let me count the ways.