1) Sauted spinach is fine. Burned spinach is nasty. If you make a spinach omlette and put the flame too high . . . .
2) I can play poker pretty well–against drunk distracted people. 🙂
Bad Hair Day
Theory: The quality of a man’s toupee is inversely related to the size of a man bank account.
AKA: The more money the dude has, the more likely his hair piece resembles a shaggy tribble or a dead raccoon.
I think they do it on purpose as a weird kind of ego booster. “I’ll wear this lint trap on my head but because I’m wealthy all of the other men will be forced to treat me seriously/with respect and young women/men will pretend to find me distinctive and attractive.”
I can imagine Mr. Big Stuff adjusting his toupee, slicking a flattened curl on his forehead (just because), and proudly proclaiming to the mirror, “I’m rich bitch!”
Empty Pockets
I’m in a place where many people are tanned and face-lifted to within an inch of their lives. I just paid $17 for 2 bottled waters. Okay, the 2 bottles were $14 but the bar included an 18% service charge plus sales tax. I guess that just proves I’m in a swanky place.
Hell, it’s still a cheaper vacation than Disney.
Tawanna Sullivan 