Stupid things make me happy.

We have a few engineers at the gym and one of them was talking about this giant reservoir he was designing. I mentioned to him and his wife (who has a PhD in Civil Engineering, btw) that if I could get a site visit to see the giant hole, that I’d appreciate it. I like looking at giant excavations. His wife said that was because I’m a guy. I also told her that the furnace guy at Home Depot (made out of silvery ductwork and who waves around because of the air blowing in him) made me happy as well and she thought that was funny. Add that to the list, and include fried chicken and cheeseburgers.

So I was watching TV again and on NCIS, DiNozzo was torturing McGee by eating a pastrami sandwich without sharing any of it. That made me incredibly angry and I was worried that I was going nuts. I realized that my salad dinner was leaving me hungry once again and it was impairing my judgement. This is why I don’t watch Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives until the weekend when I’m not on my crazy dinner plan.

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