I pretty much like anything pickled, honestly. And anything tart or sour or like that. For the most part.

As a toddler, I loved raw onions (whole), but I've mostly gotten over that.

Boss just left. I might be following her pretty soon, 'cause I'm tired and fidgety. We were just working out vacations and the holidays, and I find out that taking Christmas off is out, since out of the four of us in the department, one is going to be gone home to the East Coast for Xmas (as usual), and the one who's usually her backup is going to be on maternity leave in December, so that just leaves the boss and me to cover. I did put in for Thanksgiving week off, as well as a full week the beginning of October. Which leaves me with 10 1/2 days left still--I'm thinking about taking this Friday off, and maybe a few more this month.

Not too shockingly, I also love carrots. In all forms, blah blah blah.

Now I want carrot soup. Mmm, yummy.

How do you make carrot soup so it's good? I often like it a lot out, but can never get it right at home. Anyone got a good gingery recipe?

Ginger and dog. Never misses. It is a Wok thing.

In utterly other news: I saw a couple today making out in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart. She was kind of chunky. He needed to lose the trucker cap and get a haircut. They were leaning against one of those generic Chevrolets.

I got all misty. When I run it again in head ... mistiness.

The parking lot of a Walmart? What, had they lost the car keys, so they couldn't actually make out in the car?

Personally, I prefer to make out without an audience.

t cooks a Pomeranian for Nutty

The radio show this morning asked people to call in with the most bizarre thing they'd seen on the Metra (the suburban commuter train, as opposed to the El, the city commuter train). The first caller was the winner, when she told about being on a train as it was pulling into its final destination and glancing over at the other woman in the car, who was masturbating while chatting on the phone. The caller didn't know what the phone conversation was about (whether it was just a chat or a more salacious one), and was oblivious to the radio hosts' questions about if the other woman got off. "I think she got off at the next stop." "No, that's not what we're asking...oh, never mind."

The first caller was the winner, when she told about being on a train as it was pulling into its final destination and glancing over at the other woman in the car, who was masturbating while chatting on the phone.

Dang! Out-surrealed by a city dweller!