Dorkdom

Ok, so I've become a cutlery snob. Got myself a Henckels butcher block set. Lovely, sharp, sturdy blades. Every single one of them (except maybe the sharpening steel) can slice through tomatoes like a hot knife through butter. As we all know from t.v., the ultimate knife test is being able to slice nails, pennies, tin cans and finally still be able to slice a tomato. There is no way in Hel I'm going to subject these knives to that sort of abuse. I got a three-knife sushi set, too. Love it. I've only used it to cut raw unfrozen chicken, though. It's a wonderful thing. So Friday at the Indoor Swap Meet, we descended upon the 'As Seen on TV' booth & I bought the Vidalia Chop Wizard. Debbie had gotten one for her birfday, & I tend to trust Debbie's opinion on novelty kitchen ware. She said it actually works. The lady in the ASOT booth said you couldn't be a wimp about it, you have to slam the lid down. So this morning I quartered & cored a nectarine & Wizard-Chopped it into perfect little cubes. The gadget doesn't seem that sturdy, but I saw no bowing or warping & the thing is pretty freakin' sharp. I thought to myself, "Wow. I could make potatoes o'brien! Can't eat them for another 45 lbs. or so, but I could make 'em!" I found myself gazing intently into my open fridge, looking for other vegetal victims. Maybe I will chop some up for dinner tonight.

After the Swapmeet Friday afternoon, we hit the Meadows Mall. Right around 6pm, we were in the food court & Metro walked by w/a dog. They started checking behind the restaurants, so we decided maybe it would be a good idea to clear the area. When we walked out, Metro literally had the place surrounded. The cops were escorting people out of Sears & there were cops standing around with shotguns. Rob & I fell asleep on the couch before the 10 o'clock news, so we never found out wtf happened. Bomb threat? Armed robbery? Murder? Unknown, all is unknown.

I got an even nastier scare last night. Got a letter from the IRS. Not a check in a cheery little manila-yellow envelope, but a letter. My heart jumped into my sinus cavities & my left arm went numb. I finally got the thing open & read it... They can't direct deposit our refund check. Holey moley. Why couldn't they have just sent me the damned check instead of trying to kill me?

Rob's nephew's car is finally gone. Na na na na, way-hey-hey, goodbye!!!