Some things that I’ve noticed recently that must exit my head:
First, I listened – really listened – to Mariah Carey’s ‘Obsessed’ a bit ago. Mistake! Has anyone else noticed that she has a background track on there saying ‘He’s all up in my George Foreman!’. Seriously, she does. I wonder…was it really so hard to say ‘grill’? Or how about just be Mariah Carey and take the gangsta-speak out of it? Seriously. She said ‘He’s all up in my George Foreman!’. Consider my mind sufficiently blown.
Second, on last week’s Grey’s Anatomy (which I finally watched last night) there was a line that may be the best ever on TV, in my humble opinion. “Please don’t..don’t cry on my ass. Please don’t cry.” I really hope I’m able to use that in conversation this week.
I have discovered Moe’s. Oh. My. God. Previously not an option on my list of eateries because I have a general anxiety when forced into “buffet-style ordering”. There’s a lot of pressure at those places! What do I get? Am I too fast? Too slow? Does my plate/sandwich look like something a 5-year old would order? But yesterday, I pushed the anxiety aside and entered the southwestern haven that is Moe’s. “Welcome to Moe’s!!” they yell as I enter. I look around me for their best friend who obviously just walked in behind me. No one. Me? They’re that excited to see little ol’ me?!?!? Awesome! I ended up with nachos, and my plate did not look like something a 5-year-old would order. I added guacamole. lol
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