As we all recall from high-school chemistry, calories are basically a measure of the heat content of a given food. It stands to reason that the hotter the food, the higher the calories. That explains why deep-fried foods are fattening, but on the other hand, a bowl of ice cream is soooo good!
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Maybe this should be in pet peeves or bad news, but then again, maybe not. I have entered yet again the twilight zone of bad-things-happening-to-me. Let me just say that I don't blow things out of proportion with respect to my bad things twilight zones (BDTZ) - the two major events of last year's BDTZ were the death of my beloved Spotty from UTI at the young age of 4, and the permanent deafness in my left ear that was brought on by a bout of the flu (there were many other less memorable filler events that took place during this time).
I wasn't initially sure that I had entered another BDTZ when I contracted West Nile Virus while on vacation, but last night I got a flat tire on my bike on the way home. No biggie, you say? Well, ordinarily I would also say, but Mr. Rattus ended up changing the tire four times because it kept going flat. He finally got it settled and all was well with the world. So I go out to the bike shed this morning and whaddaya know? Flat tire. I then traipse downstairs to get my folding bike, drag it upstairs and whaddaya know? Another flat tire. That's six, count 'em, six flat tires in one twelve hour period.
I've got everything crossed on my that I can cross that this will be the end of this particular BDTZ because I am just not in the mood.
Run a wet rag along the inside of tire to see if there is something lodged in it that keeps puncturing the innertube, and make sure the spokes aren't exposed from underneath. Make sure the valve stem is tight, too.
If all else fails, you can get a can of Fix-a-Flat to carry with you. It will seal small punctures and at least partially inflate your tire, enough to get you home, anyway.
Mr. Rattus is generally very good at this sort of bike fixin' stuff (usually I do it myself, but as mentioned, just not in the mood for anything annoying right now), and his band members who were over last night also gave the rim and the tire the run around each time it went flat, and nothing. I'm cursed, I tell ya. Cursed.
I think I'll make Mr. Rattus a cherry pie tomorrow for accepting all that aggravation on my behalf.
ETA: Oh yeah, I completely forgot the other stuff going wrong right now - money issues. Silly things like the manager of the place we stayed at on vacation calling me because their bank honoured the cheque I gave in Canadian funds, not US funds as requested, so now I need to send them another cheque to cover the difference. Things like that.
Rattus: So sorry to hear of all your troubles in the BDTZ,...but that cherry pie sounds mighty forgiving! Save me a little piece please. :drool
Has anyone tried the new Subway anniversary lobster sub? That's supposed to have real lobster? Just wondering. The commercials are running pretty frequently here.
LOL at the "pesky tourists" comment, when we have stayed there over night my mother always called them "the boat people".