Omelette You Finish

This morning I decided to hurriedly make myself an omelette. I didn’t have time (such a tired excuse) to cook up any vegetables to add to the omelette, so I just used cheese. During the course of eating the omelette I thought “this is good, but I have tasted better”. Then, my rapier wit kicked in and I said “Omelette you finish, but my mom made the best omelette-OF ALL TIME!” What an astute and brilliantly witty observation. I was aghast to find out, when I googled the phrase, that someone had already used it. It appeared in the video below for a Youtube series called “My Drunk Kitchen”.

Please do not watch this video if you do not appreciate the antics of drunk people, or disapprove of salty language. 

Well, it appears that I am not the originator of all witty phrases. I suppose Solomon was write when he said that there is nothing new under the sun.

Last night was the second meeting of what I’m calling “The Refined Gentleman’s Club” and the beginning of my love affair with an establishment called Smoothie King. I do not know why I haven’t been there before, but I am sure to darken their doors again! I got a Green Tea Tango smoothie, minus the Turbinado and plus some strawberry.  Sadly, it did not fill me up and we wound up wandering over to Chick-fil-a to continue our conversation whilst eating fried things. I must say that I am very encouraged by these meetings and hope that we can keep it up. It is really helpful for me to meet with guys that have similar lives to my own, and hash out our problems. Basically free therapy, if you don’t count the extra calories.

My blogging friend Tina is starting a Boot Camp that looks to be very promising. Nikki and I are talking about registering together, and I suggest you follow the link and check it out! It will be eight weeks of the three e’s: exercise, encouragement and e-giveaways! That may not make sense, but neither do the three r’s when you think about it.

Lastly, I just overheard one coworker ask another coworker if they could “get their John Henry on something”. I expected that person to immediately take a sledgehammer and try to drive that piece of paper into the ground, but she just signed it.

I’m a very literal person.