In an effort to cool off, we decided to go run our errands for today. The car has a kick-ass air conditioner. Decision made.
Need our fix...
Yes, smoking is awful. I know it's bad for me. Might even kill me. At least I know it won't stunt my growth (anymore). But does it make me a bad person? Nope. Just stupid. I can freely admit to being stupid. I plan on being stupid for a little while longer, thank you.
Large coffee, six cream and four sugar
Anyone who loves me knows the quickest way to my heart is this simple concoction. I could replace every other beverage with this one. I despise what McDonalds attempts to call "food" and have refused to eat there. I could literally go on and on about my dislike, nay....hatred of what they serve, but I won't waste the space here. Yet as much as I detest the food there, I love their coffee. It's a strange love affair that has continued for decades. I even like it better than Starbucks. Better than anything available at the grocery store. It will probably be the underlying reason of my demise...
But, damn....it's good.
Papa Bear had to go inside to pay because of some new-fangled security thing that they do now if you use the same credit card more than once in 48 hours (he put gas in my car yesterday, today was his car's turn). They make you prove you are who you say you are and can use the card you say you can. I understand where this comes from and why, but it's a frustrating pain in the butt.
And yes, that is a skeleton in the car window. His name is Bob.
In today's case, the Gasoline Gods were smiling upon us! When he went in to pay, he came out with a surprise:
Doritos Mr. Dragon Fire Chips! So new that they aren't even listed as a product on the Doritos web site...
They were pretty good as far as Doritos go. I'm not a big chip eater - but I like spicy anything, but Papa Bear scarfed 'em down pretty quick...
Doritos recently came out with a line of spicy chips:
We have tried and liked:
1st Degree Burn Blazin' Jalapeno These were tasty! But I couldn't eat more than five or six without hollerin' "Uncle!" Lucky for us, Little Lawyer finished the bag for us after we couldn't feel our lips....
2nd Degree Burn Fiery Buffalo These did actually taste like buffalo wings...but mild buffalo wings. Eh.
We have yet to find, much less try the last installment: 3rd Degree Scorchin' Habanero
Having woken our appetites with a nibble of chips, we realized we were kinda hungry. We remembered some coupons Papa Bear had gotten the other day for a free Spicy Chicken Sandwich at Chick-fil-A, so our next destination was determined.
And it was very convenient that our food stop was a mere two minutes away from our next destination. Our surrogate Mom, Vinka, is taking a well deserved vacation for the next three weeks in Serbia to visit her son (who is our BFF and cohort in crime, Steven, and her husband Sam, who is already in Serbia) and asked us to watch her kitty. I would do just about anything she asks, just because we love her so much. Plus, she's a great cook. I will be chronicling some of the amazing food she makes soon.
We used the opportunity to sit and quickly consume our lunch.
Papa Bear ate the free Spicy Chicken sandwich, which he claimed to be actually spicy!
I, however, opted for the standard original chicken sandwich, but upgraded to deluxe...(i.e., lettuce and tomato), because I like to live dangerously that way.
Here's the funny part: This cat hates everybody but Vinka. I couldn't tell you the cat's name (I'll call her Millie, because I think that's what I've heard Vinka call her...) and I've never even tried to pet her.
Because whenever anyone gets within a foot of Millie, all you see is this:
And that frightens me. Millie's never full-on attacked anyone as far as I know, but I don't really want to be the first one to find out either.
So then it occurs to me: For fun, I should chronicle our adventures taking care of Millie! Every day, I will take a photo of Millie for her and post it here so Vinka can see (1) that Millie is okay, and (2) that by my taking a picture of her every day, Millie hasn't killed us yet either. Plus, I can do something fun with all the pictures for her at the end of the three weeks...
Julius says: "No petting until you show me my food!"
More BFF's are out of town. Everybody's having fun and we get to feed kitties? Wha...? But it's all good, because I love Julius, Garth and Helga, who are the proud owners of Renee and Eric, who happen to be the people I want to adopt me if my Mother ever decides to disown me.
I love my kitties, Gizmo and Twinkie, but Renee and Eric's kitties come right after mine in the love department. Julius screams at me every time I see him - it's just hilarious! Garth and Helga, who are recent additions to the family, are slowly warming up to me. They'll have me wrapped around their little paws in no time flat...
Then we went home. Mom had someone come out and fix the a/c!
And then it started to pour...and cool off everything!