Friday, March 21, 2008


How can you not love a girl wearing "moon shoes?"

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Me -1 / Moe - 0

Evidently Larry and Curly spoke up on my behalf because Moe caved in. My burrito's reverted to their normal price and my bank account was credited the deeply missed $172. You know, you'd think they'd at least offer you a free taco after holding your money for six days. Wouldn't you? Nada. Not even a free cup for ice.

I trust this isn't representative of the entire Mexican culture. Nah.

You may now resume eating at Moe's. Just pay cash. And count your change.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Spring sprung a leak

Spring. Tomorrow it is spring. My balcony disagrees. And how heavy does snow have to be to prompt you to wear a bright orange "road construction vest" when you walk your dog?

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

A Six Word Memoir

I am stealing this idea from a friend. It's called the "Six Word Memoir." The goal ... write your memoir in six words. Sounds simple, doesn't it?

Think again.

So, you write yours and then "tag" six other bloggers with an invitation to write their own. Then each of them "tag" six others, and six others, ad nauseam. And don't forget to ad a "link" to those you tag so that we can read their wisdom.

As for me? My "Six Word Memoir?" It has taken some work. But here it is. - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more

And I'm "tagging" Kelli, Scott, Laura, Alisha, Suzi, and Katie. Okay, guys. Knock yourselves out. Make it count!

Monday, March 17, 2008

Moe And The $191.00 Burrito's

I do love me a good burrito. I like it with chicken and rice and beans and some good cheese. Life just doesn't come much better than that, my friend! So last week Debbie and I decided to try out a new (to us) place named "Moe's." It's a chain. Don't know if you have one or not but we do.

We went in and ordered two "Joey Bag of Donuts." That is their eclectic name for the burrito described above. We added a bowl of mexican style soup and two cups of water. Moving down the line we approached the cash register where the young man rang up out total. He slid my debit card through and as we looked up we realized that our late lunch was billing our bank account $191 and change. That, for the number impaired, would be one hundred ninety one dollars and change.

Not acceptable. The cashier noticed it about the time that we did. He called for help. No manager was on the property (strike one, Moe) and two teenagers credited our account about $172. He gave us the credit slip and the accurate receipt and we moved along. We moved along right until Debbie checked our bank account today.

We paid $191 for lunch.

She went to Moe's. Again, no manager was on duty. (Strike two, Moe.) They said the manager would be in later and she would call my cell phone to let me know what was going on.

My phone did not ring.

Supper tonight was at Bob Evans (they charged me much less for a real meal) and then we trotted over to Moe's which is just next door. Guess what! No manager was on duty. So they called up the owner. She told them to assure me that she would look into it.

Now do you really think that satisfied me at that point? Uh. No. I took the phone. She asked me how I was doing and I told her "not so hot." We talked about our problem. She assured me she would look into it first thing in the morning. I told her that was all well and good but this WAS A DEBIT CARD AND SHE WAS TYING UP MY CASH. She replied with a highly intelligent "Oh." I did my best to express my dissatisfaction without being ... rude. Or even unpastoral. it was not easy.

So right now I'm going to wait for my phone to ring in the morning. I expect good news. And if I don't get it I just really think I might go all "unpastoral" on her. You see, that would be "strike three, Moe." And strike three would not make me happy.

I think I'm pretty easy to get along with. And it really was a good burrito. But come on, Moe. Right now I'm just expecting Larry and Curly to walk through the door at any minute.