Under the heading of things I did not need to know, I heard on TV the other day that koala poop smells lovely. Apparently, it's all the eucalyptus they eat. I would think that would make it smell like cough drops - cue the ewww - but that's me.
In college, I took a class called The Psychology of Sexual Behavior. It was taught by a woman who looked like she ought to be home baking cookies for the grandkids, which made talking about sexual subjects kind of weird. Anyway, the only things I remember from the class were the factoids she would drop at the beginning of class - like a sperm whale's penis is twelve feet long and three feet in diameter at the base. =oO
The hardest part about quitting ice cream is that I have the urge to make chocolate cake but chocolate cake without ice cream is just wrong. It's been 39 days since I last ate ice cream and I only miss it a little. Sometimes. A lot when I'm having a rough day.
Yesterday, I had to run a quick errand and on the drive, I got a sudden craving for chocolate. Would you believe the dollar store has already changed over to Easter candy? Those unromantic bastards. Anyway, I snagged a Russell Stover Maple Cream egg and assorted non-holiday chocolates. I inhaled the egg when I got home. So fluffy! Yum!
I also picked up a Dr. Pepper, which I hadn't had in years. I also haven't had a carbonated soda in months. I might've drank a third of it. It was interesting. Definitely burpy. And I definitely don't miss it.
Okay, I think I've chewed your ears enough today. What's on your mind?