There is a pizza place in downtown Tampa that is magical. They import water from New York and it honestly tastes like New York pizza (Eddie and Sam's). At least it better for $25 dollars a piece. I did not partake because I have a race today and didn't want to upset my stomach the day before with dairy overload and dairy just ain't my thang. A cherished member of our staff is leaving and I ordered some medium pizzas to say sayanora. Yup, those are mediums. Crazytown. They had to fold over one pizza because it was too big for its box. Kind of like a pizza muffin top. On the topic of muffin tops, I had a salad. I know everyone on staff was really jealous of my salad.
Because salads are notorious for actually making me hungrier, and the idea of carb loading sounded fantastic I sped home for something delicious and full of empty calories. However, smart me doesn't keep that around my house and hungry me saw this forgotten pineapple on the counter and I don't even remember chopping it up so expertly. I'm like a pineapple ninja.
After eating the entire pineapple I remembered that is probably not a great pre race meal. Womp womp.
Because Matt isn't here I get to take on the responsibility of taking out our garbage and our garbage can is notorious for providing a home for nasty spiders. We seen 3 brown widows chilling in its crevices (they've been exterminated, as with every other nook and crannie in our house after seeing those). I thought we were "spider free and loving it" until last night when I saw this guy. He doesn't look very big but the bad ones usually aren't. No "x" on it's belly but he looked mean. And he was furry. That can't be good.
He may as well have been this size I screamed so loudly.
On a completely random note, I saw some outrage about this story yesterday. Are people fooling themselves to think that the things they post on Facebook/Twitter/blogs are private? I'm a little annoyed that the IRS thinks they must resort to this for people to audit -there must be millions of people who cheat on their taxes and they have to research Facebook for clues? But, if you are going to have fun at your job, trolling Facebook accounts of random people has got to be entertaining. And let's face it, an auditor at the IRS has got to be the worst job and if someone is dumb enough to post "I bought a yacht with my business account!" on Facebook then they deserve a good audit.