I didn't get around to my "real" post yesterday (yesterday being like, 15 minutes ago) as I threatened on Sunday night so I'll make a little one now.
I managed to whack
fings in both eyes this past weekend. The left eye got whacked with my right elbow on (I think) Saturday night right before bed, and the right eye got whacked with my left elbow on Sunday afternoon when we were watching the MST3K worthy film "The Adventures of Hercules (Hercules 2)" and I was shifting on the sofa for optimal comfort. I warned him just as we started dating that I can be very klutzy at times, but youch, my poor sweetie!
And I discovered on Friday that vinegar chips were invented by the devil.
fings had some sea salt and vinegar chips left over from lunch and I tried some (he's encouraged me to try new foods since we've been together, to mostly pleasant ends) and while I was prepared for the fact that I might not like them, I was unprepared for the assault of horror on my poor tongue. I spit that mess right out like I was a 5 year old kid,
fings laughed his ass off. It was pretty funny.