I'm conflicted by Bobby Flay's Throwdown. He is an Iron Chef but he loses most of his throwdowns. But then, what is he supposed to do? Win them all? It's enough that these people are lied to and told they are going to be featured on their own Food Network special - for which they all seem so excited - and instead here comes Iron Chef Bobby Flay to challenge them to see whose version of that person's specialty dish is better. I know I'd be bummed.
Okay, so you tell me - how would you feel if you thought you were going to be featured in your own Food Network special because your [insert dish here] was considered among the best ever made and then Iron Chef Bobby Flay shows up and says, "guess what, it's not about you, it's about me! Mwahahaha! I'm here to challenge you to a throwdown!"?
Now, how would you feel if he won?
Yeah, Throwdown the Drain. That's what I say.
So at work around mid-morning yesterday, I discovered that I had a small blob of oatmeal dried onto the center of the v in my v-neck blouse. It wouldn't have been that bad if the blob didn't look like a gigantic booger had flown out of my nose and landed on the top of my blouse! And if I hadn't have already had conversations with three people!
Speaking of disgustingness...every night before bed I floss Katelyn's teeth. There really isn't much gunk that I floss out. Unless there is! Like the other night. Little pieces of broccoli and chicken from dinner were set free by the floss. And I realized that when I floss her teeth, I kneel down and position my face about 6 inches away from hers with my mouth wide open - as if keeping my mouth open will keep her from closing her mouth on my fingers, or keep her tongue from wandering around and tasting the minty floss. It's like, when you're playing Mario Kart or Burnout and you move the controller around as if your motions will somehow better guide your car around the track. (I know right, it's not like you're playing on the Wii.)
So I realized that maybe this isn't the best position for me. Maybe I ought to close my mouth. So I did. Oh no. You are mistaken, Kimosabe. No broccoli bits or chicken flew into my mouth. But what if they had?! I mean, they've hit me in the eye before!
What faces do you make when you are concentrating? Pay attention, I bet they'll give you a good laugh.
Krispy Kreme cheeseburgers spotted at the Google cafeteria.