It's been an interesting week so far. It's been filled mostly with the usual bumps in the road, but one thing in particular stands out as odd, especially as the type of thing that only seems to happen to me.
I was hard at work on Tuesday, and around 11:30 I decided to order myself some lunch. I had a hard time deciding between getting a yummy burrito from Taco Del Mar, or a yummy turkey sangwich from The Picnic Company. I asked Toni if she wanted anything from Taco Del Mar, and she said not today, maybe we can save that place for lunch on saturday. Good enough for me, I settled on the sandwich. So I called it in and when it came time to pick it up, I grabbed my stuff and wandered out to my car. As I got closer, something seemed.....not right. My car looked a darker red than usual. Huh? I get closer to discover that someone had covered my poor little Ford with salsa. That's right, salsa. As in Taco Del Mar's signature condiment. Fortunately it wasn't only my car, the car next to me also had a little spicy tomato bath, but still, why my car?? It was one of those moments where you just have to throw your hands up and laugh for a minute because even though it sucked and it was eating away my pretty paint job, it was still a pretty funny thing to happen. I didn't have time to go back in and get stuff to clean it up, since my lunch was ready and the clock was ticking on my break time. So I got in the car and tried to use my wipers and wiper fluid to clean a little of the salsa off my windshield. Bad idea. Crusty baked on salsa now smeared all over the glass, and I could barely see. I drove to Picnic Company with my head out the window for most of the drive.
After I picked up lunch I got back to work and told my boss, who helped me clean off my car with dishsoap and water. Dishsoap is also really bad for a paint job too, so right after work I went to the automatic car wash. Unfortunately I pulled in a little too far to the left, and my wheels got jammed up against the car guides, and I had to keep backing up and driving forward to try to get my car into position, but the cleaning had already begun, so I missed most of it. It just really sucked, but still somehow it was funny.
Anyway, the moral of the story is, do NOT piss off the salsa gods by planning on ordering some yummy mexican food and not following through. You MUST follow through, or you will end up with salsa con Car-ne. End of story. Be warned!

Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, died on Monday. I can't believe it, I'm so sad. I've seen almost every episode of his show, and me and my friends in high school used to have parties just to get together and watch it. He was the greatest.
I guess to me it's just so surreal because he's the Crocodile Hunter! He can't die.
He was a good man, he will be missed.

Sweet. I've been tagged, and it weren't even me berffday! As commanded by Lisa, here are my free-associations:
Dumpling: puddle
River: phoenix
Buttons: Amish
Sloth: coconut head
Amaze: graze

I'm tagging Robert, since I am a lousy friend and I never finally did his Jobbies tag (sorry man, I suck!) so his words are:
Blister
Cupcake
Multitude
Finicky
Shoehorn

And mine are NOT from a dictionary, they're pulled from my own scrambled brain!! AHHHH!

Now here's a picture of some watermelon which scares me.