:: Screws and Bees ::
So you know when you`re eating popcorn (PooPcorn). And you`re eating the kernals.. and you bite so hard it seems like you`ve chipped your tooth, but you`re not sure because there are so many pieces of hard bits in your mouth so you continue to chomp away, while at the same time curious if you are biting away the last of your tooth into tasty calcium dust. Yah, thats what I think about while I eat poopcorn kernals. I have interesting experiences with biting down on hard pieces of things in my mouth cavity. One time while biting down into some pizza at my cousins, I came across a piece of topping that was much too hard to be any normal pizza topping. I had that instantaneous moment of thought that I had just lost a tooth and was now eating it. My surprise caught me off guard allowing me to think the worst. But I wondered: ``why doesn`t it hurt -question mark-``
(excuse the lack of question mark, because my cpu seems to have acquired its own mind while at the repair shop and has learnt a new language it does not wish to translate it for me. As you can see the new question mark = É)
So, I inquired with my fingers. To my disguist I pulled out the top of a rusty screw. M`mm, my source of iron for the day (perhaps I could conquer my anemia through a daily ingestion of nuts and bolts in the future- and this would be the beginning -a sign from gòd-). Needless to say, it was gross, and my cousins learned to never order from that pizza parlor again. I on the other hand, have a horrible memory and continued to order from that pizza parlor. Yes, this is my second time remembering that incident from the day of its occurrance. I will make a wonderful surgeon one day.
Now see my Teeth:
Before my encounter with the screw top-
After My encounter with the screw top-
The above is a progression of my teeth through the ages. See kids, screws are good for you, iron makes your teeth white. And no, I am not talking about braces, just the metal itself, pure and digested. Crest White stripes have NOTHING to do with it.
In other news, when finally returning home from B-town I was greeted by the corpse of a dead bumble bee in my computer room. I was filled with mixed emotion. I had great sympathy for this bee as it must have fought courageously to the death with my cats . On the other hand, I was greatly intrigued as to what a bumble bee looks like up close and personal. It was very fuzzy and possessed perfection as its wings were perfect symmettry. Unfortunately, it looked a bit squashed- I think my cats may have stepped on it while playing with it. And sadly, it was severly amputated- most importantly I feared one of my fellow pets had been stung. Nonetheless, I picked it up and am storing it in a sandwich bag. I feel so bad for this little bee. I might give it a funeral service, but how sane does that make me sound. Although, I am less scared for my reputation as I am being outside with the bee in hand. I fear its family members won`t show- no, i am joking. I really fear though, that its family members WILL SHOW up, from the scent of their desceased, and will view me as the murderer of their fellow bee, and in turn, attack me. So, then I was thinking of framing it. I would need perservative though. Really, I must say- I am so thankful I was not home at the time of the bee`s entrance, my paranoia was spared the experience of overacting. Although, at times I am sure I hear buzzing- I am fearful offspring has been layed.
I should win an award for longest journal postings. Pick me please.
Remember kids, don`t *SAY CHEESE* unless you got some pearly whites to show.
Loves ya
XoXo