Cow dehydrator

Yesterday I had the good fortune of coming across a pile of coupons for milk. A normal person with a normal family would have probably taken a few and moved on. But I, as we all know exist outside the norm. With my husband, who I lovingly refer to as the cow dehydrator. I say this because it is not only funny but true. He drinks so much milk that if left to his own devices, he could probably reduce a dairy cow to a pile of beef jerky in a matter of days.

I am not exaggerating when I say that he routinely goes through multiple gallons of whole milk weekly with out any assistance from me whatsoever. MULTIPLE. GALLONS. He drinks so much milk in fact that sometimes I buy milk that is close to the expiration date just to see if he can finish it in time. It is like a game to me.

Today at the grocery store, coupon in hand, I survey the milk and see a gallon that expires in 3 days. I picture him standing in the kitchen at 11:58 PM the night before the expiration frantically guzzling directly from the container in a desperate race against the clock. I picture it and then pick up the gallon that expires in 3 days. He can totally handle it.

I now have 31 of these coupons left to use before December 31. I doubt any will go to waste.

Uni-wiggle

These are my new shoes. They have individual toes. They are so fantastic that I can not help but hop up and down with excitement every time I put them on. I got them yesterday. So in the last 24 hours there has been a lot of hopping. A LOT.

However, there is a darker side to the shoes. They have brought to light my glaring inability to wiggle my toes individually. I must wiggle them all back and forth together in unison or not at all. A, uni-wiggle, if you will. It has been this way for as long as I can remember, and It bring Chris endless amusement. Oh sure, he can wiggle all his toes which ever direction he wants. He can even snap his toes. HE can play twinkle twinkle little star on the keyboard with his toes. I ask you, how is this fair? It is not.

So there we are at the shoe store and I'm trying on these shoes because they are so fun and weird that I simply must have them and the only real question is what color should i get. I stick my feet out in front of me to examine them and Chris looks and me and says "now wiggle your toes."

I do my sad little uni-wiggle and Chris starts to laugh. The sales person looks perplexed. "No" he says "like, really wiggle them. You should be able to move them all back and forth." At this point Chris has had to place both hand over his face to muffle his fit of snickering.

"Um" I say sheepishly, "I can't wiggle my toes like that"

"Oh well if you can't wiggle your toes then you'll need a bigger size you should definitely be able to move them all around. They are probably too..."

"No" I interrupt "I can't wiggle my toes like that ever. I can only wiggle them all together. Like this." I do the uni-wiggle again while simultaneously delivering an elbow jab to my husband who is TOTALY LOSING IT. Stunned, the sales person just stares at my feet. "So," I ask changing the subject, "Can I wear them out?"

Featured Neighbor: Automo-Living Room

There is a man who lives down the street from us and every single time I drive past his house (which is twice every day at least) he is sitting in his car. The car is running, the parking lights are on and he, well, he is just chillin' in the driveway. It goes without saying that this is weird. But the intriguing part is that it doesn't matter what time of day it is.

He is there first thing in the morning often reading the newspaper. In the afternoon sometimes he naps. In the spring his sits in there with the windows down clearly enjoying the fresh air. In the winter sometimes the car will sit there running with all the snow still on it. Which begs the question which would be weirder, to scrape all the snow off so he can see out the windows or not to bother since he is isn't going anywhere anyway.

Now, I don't mean to come off as if I am stalking the guy but this is impossible to miss. And once you've noticed, even more impossible to ignore. I decided that the whole situation would somehow be less weird if I could get him to wave at me. So I tried to get him to wave. I would wave as I drove by on my way to work in the morning. Nothing! I waved as I ran by with the dog on the weekends. Na-da. I even contemplated a friendly toot-wave combo. But I've already discussed how I feel about honkers so that was clearly not an option. I thought maybe if I rolled down the window and reached my hand out to wave that would work. Maybe he couldn't see my hand inside the car. It didn't work. I saw not even the slightest movement he just stared blankly through the windshield.

Unable to make any sense of this car-sitting madness I mentioned it to Chris. " Dude, he was just sitting there drinking a cup of coffee and reading what appeared to be the most enormous hard cover book ever in his car." Chris shot me a dubious glance. "So let me get this straight" he said " he just sits in his car? All.."

"With it running!" I interjected.

"OK, OK, with it running, all day long?"

"YES" I scream while jumping up and down like Rumpelstiltskin. "Isn't this weird?"

"Yes it is weird, please stop jumping up and down like that. You look like Rumpelstiltskin or something"

"NO! I mean the guy in the car! Isn't that weird?" I asked rolling my eyes. " He won't even wave. I've been waving at him for months and it's like he can't even see me."

Chris agreed to make a point of looking the next day when he drove by. When I got home from work the next afternoon, I burst through the back door yelling "Did you see him?? He is out there right now! Did you? Did you see?"

Chris fixed me with a very serious stare. "Yes. I saw him. Oh man, that is so weird."

"I told you!" I crowed. After which we immediately sat down to discuss all the possible reasons that this guy is using his car as an alternate living room. These are the possible scenarios that we came up with:

1. His wife is really, really mean and suffers from acute motion sickness. Thus, the car is his only safe haven.
   
2. He is not a real person but, in fact, a wax figure that the people living in the house pose in different positions to freak out their neighbors. *If this is correct, I would like to meet and befriend these people. They sound awesome.
3. He can not afford to heat his home so he sits in his car with he heater running instead.
4. His front seat is the most comfortable chair he owns.
5. He is crazy.

In the end we decided that scenarios 1)mean, motion-sick wife or 2)prank wax-man were the most likely of the 5.