When I make spaghetti, I take handfuls of it and break all of the pieces into thirds, and then drop it into the pot of water; that way, when we eat it, it’s not long and loopy and you don’t have to spin it around your fork and drop it on your lap and stuff. Am I crazy? Do any of you do this, or am I just weird?

The ten words looked up most often at M-W.com in 2004:

1. blog
2. incumbent
3. electoral
4. insurgent
5. hurricane
6. cicada
7. peloton
8. partisan
9. sovereignty
10. defenestration

The challenge, of course, is to compose a relatively coherent paragraph using all ten words. Any takers?

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The ever-sweet Margi posted a Top Ten list the other day that was great: “Top Ten Signs You’ve Eaten Too Much On Thanksgiving.” In particular, item #7 cracked me up. Reading it the other day, I almost laughed out loud. But then…#7 nearly killed me. You see, last night the Better Living Family dined at the newly-d Tony Roma’s. As we were enjoying the burgers, ribs, and such, Margi’s Top Ten List popped into my head. I attempted to recite item #7 to my wife & daughters , but as I began to speak the words, “…laughing up pie…", I burst into near-hysterical laughter – uncontrollable – to the point that they were laughing at ME…and each time I caught my breath and tried to utter those words, I would collapse into even more severe laughter. Several other patrons began looking at me (us), wondering WTF was going on. I could feel my face turning several shades of red & purple as I gasped for air, and of course each time that I tried to stop laughing, I only laughed harder.

Finally, after about literally five minutes of non-stop, side-busting laughter on my part, I excused myself from the table, and stumble-walked to the front desk area and borrowed a pen & slip of paper to write out the
words, “#7: Right this minute you are laughing up pie on the carpet.” Well, by this time I had finally stopped laughing and explained to the two hostesses what was going on, and they looked at me – well, frankly, as if I was insane. I took the note back to the Better Living Wife and kids, and my 12 yr old roared with laughter, my 20 yr old looked at me like the hostesses had, and the Wife just rolled her eyes.

My sides *hurt* from laughing, Margi – it was amazing. Therapeutic, too! My elder child said that had never seen my face turn so red from laughter.

Damn. That was a good laugh, Margi. Thank you for making me laugh so hard.

Let’s say you’re at work, only got a few bucks in your pocket, and need to eat *something* to hold you over until dinnertime. What snack-y options would you consider? Beef jerky? Snickers bar? Here are a few possibilities.