Indiana Jones. Need I say more? I want to see this movie so badly that I’m prepared to brave the Local Multiplex on a Friday Night to see it, armed only with a purse full of Jack Daniels airplane bottles and a bucket of Cherry Coke. I’m not above doling out Karate Chops To The Kidneys to the middle schoolers making out in front of me in the concession stand line, either. I refrained at Busch Gardens, kids, but you only get one freebie.
And no, I will not be the ass hole holding up the line by asking the poor, harried concession stand worker to butter the bottom half of my popcorn as well as the top. We all know nobody eats a whole bag of movie-theater popcorn. And if you are the type who brings their half-empty bag home with them after the movie…sad. Just sad. It will never taste as good as it did staring at a 2 story tall screen.
Shia, Harrison, you better have your game faces on. I’ll see you at 9:15.
Meet Egg (left) and Mr. Nut (right). They are two avocado seeds I’m trying to get to root. Egg reminds me of a character on the Garfield & Friends cartoon that was a chicken who refused to come out of his shell; Mr. Nut just has a face. If I can get these two to grow, I’ll have my own avocados in just 7-15 years!
If I can take decent pictures with my little Nikon CoolPix L18, surely the photographer at this charity “Raise Money for a Good Cause” dog walk could have taken a better picture of our team (note my saggy poop-bag boobies). Also, I am holding two dogs, Ernie and Banana, but only the tip of Ernie’s nose is visible.