For reasons known only to the wild and wacky gods of all things Blogger, my cute little owl picture will not load. Please don't panic; I'm sure he's just off doing cute little owl things, like licking Tootsie Pops and tearing bunnies apart with his cute little owl talons.
I know. Adorable, right?
Yay, it's Wednesday! The day when I put my excess wisdom out on the ethereal curb to be picked up by the collectors of universal insight, trucked down the highway of human experience, and dumped on the landfill of non-biodegradable smartness and assorted Jeopardy answers.
Today's wisdom comes to you courtesy of my empty pantry. My pantry is empty despite the fact that I have been to the supermarket no fewer than four times in the last seven days. This is a regular state of affairs for my pantry; it actually hyperventilates when anything more substantial than a bag of Cheetos and three cans of tuna make it onto the shelves.
The doors of the grocery store suck out your brain.
This goes double for Wal Mart doors. It's the only explanation for why everyone in the store is dressed like a flood victim, and why one time my husband and I went in for milk and came out with a television.
Oh, and no milk.