We saw a lot of strange stuff this weekend.
Stuff like Wayne Coyne of The Flaming Lips.
And then after the show we saw a guy laying on the side of the road, barefoot and flanked by EMTs. He was weeping and shouting “Please, thank you, please, thank you.” He grew belligerent when the EMTs tried to strap him to the gurney, insisting that he was not, in fact, drunk. Maybe not, but he was something. He bit one of the EMTs just as the traffic started moving again. This is how the zombie apocalypse begins, if you believe Rockford.
On Saturday I walked around the front of the car and nearly stepped on a little bird in the driveway. I screamed and leapt away. We thought he was injured, so Rockford put on some gloves and put him in a box. But he jumped out of the box and ran under the car and then disappeared. I hope he’s alright.
These weren’t so strange, but they were delicious enough to mention: Last night we had Taco Cups for dinner. They’re a little fussy, but they’re worth the effort. And here’s what we’re having for the rest of the week:
- Monday: Beef & Broccoli Stir-Fry
- Tuesday: Out
- Wednesday: Thai curried beef
- Thursday: Honey Garlic Chicken
- Friday: Pizza