{"id":77,"date":"2003-12-02T19:35:41","date_gmt":"2003-12-02T23:35:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=77"},"modified":"2006-08-14T21:20:38","modified_gmt":"2006-08-15T02:20:38","slug":"you-know-youre-getting-too-much-fiber-when-your-shit-comes-out-lettuce","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=77","title":{"rendered":"You Know You&#8217;re Getting Too Much Fiber When Your Shit Comes Out Lettuce"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ahhh, nothing like a warm cup of spiced chai on a cold Fort Payne night.  And speaking of cold Fort Payne nights, guess what&#8217;s on the weather agenda for this area on Friday night and Saturday?<\/p>\n<p>SNOW ! ! !<\/p>\n<p>Only a mix turning to flurries, but hot damn, I knew there was a reason why I moved all the way to the northeast corner of Alabama.  However, like most other forecasted snowy days in Alabama, this Friday it will probably be near 60 degrees, and we&#8217;ll have tornadoes instead.<\/p>\n<p>_________________<\/p>\n<p>About a week ago, Steven and I made our way down to ye olde DeKalb County Courthouse to do whatever it is you do to obtain a marriage license.  It was an easy and amusing experience.  The best part was when they dragged out this huge tome of a book that was dark red in color, and was about the size and weight of three cement blocks.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Cool,&#8221; I said.<\/p>\n<p>The Book Lady replied, &#8220;What, the book?  Ha ha, it&#8217;s not so cool when you&#8217;ve gotta pick it up.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Then she proceeded to write some stuff in it, but I couldn&#8217;t see what, because I was more preoccupied with trying to recall all my most vital information that the government just has to know.  The best question was, &#8220;Are the bride and groom related?&#8221;  After checking with Steven, I proudly marked &#8220;No.&#8221;  I wonder if that&#8217;s a minority in this county.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, soon after we were able to leave the courthouse with the almost-official license, complete with misspellings that I will have to get corrected later.  And, true to my style, I embarrassed myself with my lack of common sense in front of the security guard.  Another day, another stupid.<\/p>\n<p>_______________<\/p>\n<p>And after writing so many horrible things about what Renton the Devil Cat has done, I must give him some praise.  He was astonishingly angelic throughout the entire Thanksgiving holiday at my parents.  Renton even was calm during the house-exploding time of putting up the Christmas doo-dads.  <\/p>\n<p>So unlike before, when it was, &#8220;You punish him too much; you&#8217;re too hard on him,&#8221; now it&#8217;s, &#8220;You don&#8217;t punish him enough.  Follow through; give him a few hard whacks.&#8221;  Whack whack whack.  It&#8217;s pretty hard to whack the little nutter when you&#8217;re at work, and he&#8217;s in the kitchen eating your oven mitts.  I still like Steven&#8217;s idea of a cat straightjacket, but last time we hunted for one of those, we ended up on some creepy BDSM supply website.  Something tells me they&#8217;re not into the business of cat discipline, at least not of the feline kind.<\/p>\n<p>_________________<\/p>\n<p>Google amuses me.  Especially when I go through my site statistics and see how people came to this oddity of a diary\/journal\/entertainment\/communication type thing.  The more stuff I write on this thing, the more potential there is for someone to randomly trip over it via a Google search.  The search phrase winner for this week?  Why, it&#8217;s gotta be, &#8220;squirrel pee on computer!&#8221;  It&#8217;s true, it&#8217;s true, search that phrase and you&#8217;ll find me.  And honorable mentions go out to &#8220;hot sauce on tongue discipline,&#8221; THE CASTEL OF DOCTOR BRAIN,&#8221; and &#8220;ambesol,&#8221; which apparently I have been misspelling.  It&#8217;s &#8220;Anbesol.&#8221;  Ohhhh.<\/p>\n<p>And I&#8217;ll leave ya with a hearty WAR DAMN EAGLE!  Tuberville rules; Housel, Walker, and especially Lowder drools.  All over our image.  Pissants.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ahhh, nothing like a warm cup of spiced chai on a cold Fort Payne night. And speaking of cold Fort Payne nights, guess what&#8217;s on the weather agenda for this area on Friday night and Saturday? SNOW ! ! ! 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