Every day's a good day for excited face.
I woke up this morning with a brilliant post idea.
“Finally,” I thought, “something that’ll be hilarious and informative!”
Then I hit my snooze button and went back to sleep, only to have Tragedy strike in the night.
Or vaguely-early morning, which, really, is even more appealing to Tragedy (he likes to sleep in too).
(Of course Tragedy’s a guy – naturally, he’s related to Satan.)
(Everybody related to Satan’s a guy. Like God. And all the other angels.)
(Wait… does Satan’s family reproduce asexually?)
(Guys, I don’t think I can support this sexist system of asexually reproducing angels/Satan anymore.)
(From now on, TRAGEDY’S A WOMAN!)
(Spread the word.)
(Do it for the children.)
(At least the female children.)
(The male children have too much already.)
(Like Satan.)
Somehow, I’ve forgotten my brilliant post.
Which is probably Tragedy trying to discredit me, before I spread the word about his sexist family.
This was meant to be a fake lick for a photograph. Then Tragedy stopped by.
Except I remember it had something to do with taxidermy.
Or becoming a professional assassin.
But thanks to Tragedy, you’ll never know.
Unrelatedly, I recently asked a waiter to bring me a small bowl of salt.
Which he thought was totally normal you guys.
Salt always makes me happy.
And then makes me think of Gandhi, which makes me sad.
Salt and I have a complicated relationship,
Megan
Almost
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When I grow up, I want to take pictures as awesome as yours.
Why is the text in your sidebar HUGE?! Is it just me?
Hey, at least you got a post up for today (including pictures!) which is more than I managed. Good job defeating Tragedy.
First thought – Man I want a margarita. Shoot it’s only 11 a.m.!
So did you actually lick the salt?
I’m just shaking my head. Vigorously shaking my head. It used to work like this, it did, it did.
I miss being perceived as slightly unstable and a little deranged.
And then I’d be in such entertaining company.
Wow. The stuff in your sidebar IS freakishly large. What’s up with that???
How dare a waiter bring a woman a margarita without salt!
Seriously, i snorted at you licking a bowl of salt.
Tragedy is clearly a girls name. Anyone who names their son Tragedy clearly had the mindset “I wan’ him ta learn ta fight!”
I too have had many totally BRILLIANT blog ideas evaporate into the ether. Damn ether!
Salt. No complication here. I love it! It’s right up there with cheese! “JUST INJECT IT INTO MY VIENS!”
I love that you lick salsa or salt or that you just lick things.
Who cares what the idea was about. Picture of excited face makes any post brilliant
Does tragedy have to be a woman? That reminds me of the story in ‘Me Talk Pretty One Day’ when David Sedaris talks about how he had a hard time learning the genders of words in French and someone told him that if something was unpleasant it was usually feminine.
I’ll have one of those drinks, please.
That fake lick photo made my day. In fact, I’ve filed the image away. For, er, later use.
Also, I love your blog.
Oh Megan…
….Megan, megan, megan…
Those pictures are …SO unfortunate.
Love you.
That margarita made my mouth water before 10 in the morning. But the salt business is not a good one for me. I developed heart disease and salt is the #1 bad bad stuff for me and many people. SO, one margarita! PLEASE hold the salt
Tragedy is totally female.
And taxidermy? Hilarious and informative.
Too bad about that.
I want to say that I’m coming out against satanic sexism. Cause, I like a cause. Tragedy is a woman. My husband says so. And he lives with me, so he knows.
Well, I just run into your blog and I m like: What the hell is she rambling about? Then I thought: I must be so tired since I can t focus on what I read.
After another minute I switch it up to: She s funny. She s like my husband. Talking to much in a very short time and feeling like her head it s too small for those millions of ideas.
I kinda like you, so I ll pass here more often.
p.s. Buy a notebook, girl !
Where did you buy that awesome margarita?
Carlos O’Kelly’s. Though it was actually a horrible meal, so I wouldn’t recommend it – just stay at home and enjoy margaritas in the blender!