karma's a bitch

so, my years and years of spitting my gum on sidewalks, parking lots, grassy knolls and short people has finally caught up with me. today was a heinously hot day. hot enough to make old people stay inside as to not instantly shrivel up upon exposure to the midday sun.

but my evening started out as any other. i had to go to the movie store to return some videos, and popped out of the car to place the vids in the return slot. then, back to the car. and as i picked up my right foot to put it in the vehicle, my flip flop had a hesitation...one of those hesitations that can only mean one thing. gum. hot, sticky, gluey, chewy gum. right on my flip flop. a nice long string from the pavement, over the threshold of my door, right into my car. then, all over my hands.

thank god for purell and kleenex. but i've been had buy the gum gods - no more spitting errant gum for me...until next week.

anyways, i cleaned myself up enough to drive to jysk and buy a new sheet set.

then tonight, i dissipated my anger over the gum incident by discovering the best thing ever. take home chef on tlc. it's not so much the show that's good, but holy sweet peter paul and mary is the host ever hot. i want to bring him home and have him cook for me wearing nothing but an apron and a smile.

did i say that out loud?

but it's true. he's so pretty. and to top it off, he has the cutest accent. he says things like 'prawns' and 'ore-gah-no' and 'tom-ah-to'.

sigh. i'm in love.

hold the phone! joan baez just popped up on my itunes and totally surprised me. i don't even remember putting joan baez on my playlist. ah! mystery solved. forest gump soundrack. how queer.

too bad for baez i'm digging this instead.