So I’m completely brain dead, slightly jet lagged and really cold right this minute. Writing a blogpost probably isn’t the greatest idea, but if I wait for a moment when my brain is at full capacity, we could be waiting awhile.
Instead, I’m going to leave you with some thought provoking photos of me looking wistfully over Luna Park. While it may look like I’m deep in thought and reflection, what I’m really thinking is “I’m so cold… I wonder if they have hotdogs down there?”
And with that I leave you with a quote from Parks and Rec. Why? Because nothing else in this blog posts makes any sense that’s why.
“Zerts are what I call desserts. Tray-trays are entrées. I call sandwiches ‘sammies,’ ‘sandoozles,’ or ‘Adam Sandlers.’ Air conditioners are ‘cool blasterz.’ I call cakes ‘big ol’ cookies.’ I call noodles ‘long-ass rice.’ Fried chicken is ‘fry-fry chicky-chick.’ Chicken parm is ‘chicky-chicky-parm-parm.’ Chicken cacciatore? ‘Chicky-cach.’ I call eggs ‘pre-birds,’ or ‘future birds.’ Root beer is ‘super water.’ Tortillas are ‘bean blankets.’ And I call forks ‘food rakes.” – Tom Haverford