I love how cats will sleep in ways that are clearly uncomfortable. Who are they kidding? You know it’s uncomfortable, they certainly know it’s uncomfortable. But it is silly cat pride that keeps them from admitting, “You know, I shouldn’t have done this.”
Last night I stumbled across one of the funniest things I’ve ever read. I was looking through old Pamie archives and found one where she and a group of her friends decided to try a Phillipino fast food restaurant in her area. To make a long story short, they found the food horrifying. In her post about the experience, she wrote:
Well, the entire thing was meant to be an adventure in my backyard, as the Jollibee is about a mile from my house. And sure, I’ve exaggerated…It’s not like we Johnny Knoxvilled over there, Steve-O’ed creamy macaroni soup and then vomited all over the table. We ate a few bites out of curiosity, and then were disappointed to find we hadn’t discovered our favorite new fast food joint.
Laura and I were talking about this the other day. “You’re just like me,” she said. “When you see a place that most people would go, ‘What? What is that? I don’t want to try that.’ You go, ‘But what if ox-tail soup in a peanut butter pot is the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my life, and I don’t know it? What if it’s my favorite food, and I’ve never tried it and all that’s stopping me is being a little scared of the fact that I can see a meat bone in some peanut butter?'”