puking updates

So much has happened since I ralphed all day on Saturday...A little update on the puking thing. I threw up all day on Saturday and came to the realization that while I had more than 4 beers...I probably had a good case of food poisoning from my ghetto mall food court. No matter how happy I want to make the Bourbon Chicken ladies by giving them a paying customer, I will NOT eat the damn bourbon chicken ever, ever again. It is evil stuff.
So, Saturday night I did jack shit. Sunday I got lots of stuff done! The worst part of the day was Walmart...but we got a grill out of the experience.
David Bowie kicked ass. I was unbelievably happy to see him live; I never thought I'd actually get to say that I saw him in concert. It was pretty amazing, although his newer stuff kinda put a lull in the energy. It was all good, but man does Fairfax bring out an ecclectic crowd. There were a shitload of honkies that came out of the woodwork for the show. For a little while I thought I was at a Jimmy Buffet show, with the getup.
I finally returned the big ass patio chairs that were taking up space in our LIVING room, as opposed to the deck. It took a lot outta me, "un-building" the only chair that actually fit together and loading my car with the mess. I got all these pathetic looks from shoppers as I took trip after trip of the pieces to the return desk (the box was demolished so I broke it down and brought the set in 2 pieces at a time...=)
Don't EVER buy patio furniture at Target! I am thinking about adding them to my "hate list." Not the store itself (that would be Walmart), but the patio furniture could be added.

We cleaned the stye tonight too. Our veggies...at least I think that's whay they were...turned into liquid in the fridge. There was bandit hair everywhere. Something in the house (besides the garage) smelled and we had no clue what. I predict that the clean place will last about 2 days. Excluding the kitchen, which will go down hill as soon as the wheat meat comes out of its container.
Maybe just like the talking and dancing poo in South Park comes to life and causes a ruckus, Jason's wheat meat comes to life in the kitchen. It's dancing all over the counter and in the sink, and in the toaster oven. "Ha Ha! Clean me up bitch!"
The new addition to the Jason diet is Naked Meat. I don't know what it's made of but it apparently tastes like turkey.
mmmmmmmmm