S...Z....the Ear Does Not Spell

We’ve been trying to get one of our co-workers off to the dentist for awhile now. he’s been reminded, another co-worker offered to call and make the appointment for him and yet he seemed to have this aversion to going, even though I heard him say Quote – My teeth are trippin’ Unquote.

I put up the above photo on my desk top today. Isn’t that a beaut?? That one of the Mr. Crows – the one most comfortable with my presence. When I stepped out of the driveway yesterday, two of them came swooping down the road toward me and landed nicely in the tree. The comfier of the Mr. Crows boinked down to a branch closer to me and allowed me that beautiful picture. So of course, I fed them. And even if he had stuck his tongue out or turned his tail toward the camera, I’d have fed them anyway.

One of my friends today noted (truthfully) that if I wasn’t feeding them, they’d have no interest in me. C’est vrai! I know this! But we don’t speak each other’s language so the only way to get to know Mr. Crows is to feed them. THAT, they understand. It’s a friendly gesture and how else will they learn to trust me? If I just shout at them without a baggie full o’ vittles, “Come on down! The water’s fine!” they might remember me as the person who lives with that other person who owns the barking orange thing that likes to kill animals and birds. So the common language of food it has become. And in turn, I get to learn more about how their thinking works and snap a few great photos.

And because of the Great Cheeto Debacle the other night, I did find online something that notes the term Cheese doodles (yes I see the spelling is off but I was speaking the words not spelling them and it sounds the same. No one says Cheessssse doodles. Who emphasizes an S? Phonetically it turns out to be a Z.)
Peruse below:

Cheez Doodles®
Wise Cheez Doodles® are the honest-to-goodness originals…the genuine puffed or crunchy snacks that are a hit wherever they’re served. Kids love Doodles, but you’ll never outgrow that great cheesy taste.

Ok so I can clearly recognize that the term covers both puffy AND crunchy, yes? Yes. So the nitpicky fight over the technical jargon for this messy orange snack does not really matter, n’est ce pas?

Of course I can’t just email this home because Monsieur Honey will take it to believe that I hate him and that I’m trying to cause a fight. I would merely consider this a Ha ha.

And I was wrong…I wasn’t drinking ants. But I was drinking ant brains. I’m not even sure if they have brains but clearly I accidentally decapitated the dead ant the other day when I removed the body with a fork from the honey jar. Why I didn’t see this at the time is beyond me but I highly doubt that someone would throw just the head in there for spite. ……or WOULD they? So this morning in my rush out the door I had to first remove the ant head with two antennae before I could pour it in my coffee. With all of my neurotic issues you’d think this would top it but I must admit that my heart doesn’t even speed up the slightest of nanoseconds when I think about it.