Dudes, check out my new Sketchers!

What do you think? I usually wear size 7 sneakers, but these are size 6 1/2, so I have to wear thin socks with them. But, they turned out to be pretty comfy. The laces are kind of slippery so they kept coming undone. I had to double knot them, and they were fine after that.

The Sketchers were a perfect match for Coach Nelson's Lola! Lola is at times quiet, and at times peppy. She could barely wait to go for her afternoon walk. The whole office was oohing and aahing over her. Lola definitely knew how to work it.

Going on the afternoon walk with Lola and seeing the trees and grass reminded me of the repotting I had to do for my other cactus. In keeping with my non-pack rat mentality and also in consideration of how successful the first cactus turned out, I gave this cactus a major haircut. And, when I say "major haircut," I mean "major haircut." This is all there is left now. I'll keep you guys posted.

Now, there is something I must share with you all. It has to do with Mr. Nonny Nu. For those of you who aren't familiar with this individual, trust me, this is a very mischievous nonconformist. Remember the Ronco chicken from Wednesday night? Last we heard, it was shredded and stored in a bowl in the fridge, but what became of that chicken? Let's investigate. When I got home today, I opened the fridge and was welcomed by this sight.

I know what you're thinking. Nobody would just take the chicken and leave the empty bowl in the fridge! Yes, 'tis a mystery. Incredible, but true, folks. But don't take my word for it--see for yourself. Take a look at Mr. Nonny Nu's refusal to conform to the "one fake name per person" SOP on the blog. First, he's terrence olivier. Then, he's delta dawn. Today, he went by his pimp name, Reverend Doctor Terry Valentine. Since the mountain will not come to Mohammed, Mohammed will not let that get in the way of Mohammed's blogging. Instead, Mohammed will implement a "tracking system." Pan left to the new list in the margin of the blog entitled "Mr. Nonny Nu's Fake Names." This will be the running list of all the fake names Mr. Nonny Nu uses in commenting on the blog.

I leave you with this thought: Cats, they're just like us.
1. Cat listening to Stevie Wonder.
2. Cat listening to house music.
3. Cat listening to metal.
4. Cat listening to hip hop.
5. Cat listening to gangsta rap.
6. Cat on ecstasy and listening to techno. (Keep watching after the cat goes offscreen.)
(Special thanks to ogunsgirl for the above submission.)

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Why We Had Taco Smell For Dinner Tonight

Sometimes, dinner just doesn't turn out the way you planned it. We are proud owners of a Ronco Set-It-and-Forget-It Rotisserie. It's basically an Easy Bake oven that uses an electrical element instead of a lightbulb. This technological marvel arrived with a large sticker that warned: "Set it, but don't really forget it!" Yeah, what you're thinking right now? That's what I was thinking, too.

Anyhow, this Ronco Rotisserie has seen us through thick and thin. The plan for the evening was to roast a chicken in the Ronco, shred it, and then put it in tacos. The leftovers would go toward sammiches for Mr. Nonny Nu. the next day. Problem is, the dang chicken failed to defrost fully even though it sat from 9am to 6pm on the kitchen counter. So, instead of getting the bird into the Ronco as planned, I had to tack on another 30 minutes, which put the finishing time way too late. We'd have had dinner around 10:30 if we went with the original plan (wait for chicken to cool, shread, into tacos).

Instead, we had Taco Smell. Thing is, Smell experienced a green onion e. coli scare a few months ago in their New England branches. Naturally, corporate pulled all green onions nationwide. But, Nachos Bell Grande and Mexican Pizza aren't the same without green onions. So, what we've been doing is chopping our own green onions, which are then added to the dishes from Smell once we get the order home. Smell fans should try it--it really works! Just like the good old days!

Now, there is a bowl of shredded chicken in the fridge awaiting consumption by Mr. Nonny Nu in sammiches. Sushi was the only one who sampled the golden roasted chicken this evening. I offered her a piece, and she loved it and begged for more.

P.S. The photo links have been fixed to redact all porn images. They should now be accessible to those employed by evil employers.

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