... or is it "I before e except after Ryan Seacrest" but then why would I be going before Ryan Seacrest? or better, why does it explicitly need to be stated that I should go before him, seems a given.
(I present you Ryan Seacrest ladies and gentlemen... lock up your...
I don't know what... fudgesicles?)
I don't know what... fudgesicles?)
what was I talking about?
The Fairy Queen and I (before E) went to "the big Asian grocery store". We were lamenting the fact we can find most of the stuff at non-Asian "normal" grocery stores now a days. Kinda makes things seem less special. Though, we did find a few things that are not of the "normal grocery" store fare.
we got bean paste cookies shaped like fish, didn't taste like fish [unlike the fish shaped licorice that Phrodaux (me, note nested parentheses) purchased in the Netherlands, but that is another story, involving fishy tasting licorice that just happened to be fish shaped, I may have ruined the ending. SPOILERS! oops, sorry.]
We bought some fish sauce (that had a baby on the label, but oddly didn't taste like babies).
...and some strange duck eggs. They were packed in Styrofoam, and were shipped over from Korea (I think, someplace across the big blue angry sea) and are an alarming shade of blackish/greenish.
Fairy Queen thinks buying was a bad idea, and eating them a worse idea.
(tasted a little like cheese, but in a good way)
Phrodaux on the other hand thinks "weird, I've never had duck eggs that come from Korea packed in Styrofoam that are an alarming shade of black/green. I should eat one/them."
This also might be in the same category as the FQ said that she has never had stitches and Phrodaux having had stitches quite a few times, but not as often as he likely should have had stitches {including the time he was stabbed by a robot, but then it was a stabbing robot, but that is another story, that doesn't involve licorice or fishy tasting, or fishy tasting licorice, but does involve weird stuffed animals [real animals (though fake stuffing)] in a home window diorama}.
{FQ sidebar: I HAVE had stitches, but only once and have a cute little scar to show for myself. But there is no contest here: Phrodaux does all the death-defying moves (falling from a tree onto a barbed wire fence? Yes, that's another story) and I just get bruises. A couple on my knee right now are about the shade of that nasty egg he's going to eat.}
eggs.
We've had duck eggs before, those were given to us at one of the local bars down the valley, apparently there is a farm that raises ducks to be shot at (huh?) they raise them, and generally the first time that they get to fly "free" there is a "sportsman" standing behind the box to change the nice orderly duck parts into so much chaos thus increasing the overall entropy of the universe and moving us all one step closer to the entropy death of said universe.
where was I?
Ducks!
This one time when I was in junior high school, I was going to a Shakespeare play in Ashland and had to rescue a bunch of baby ducks that fell down a storm drain, first we had to get the cop car off the grate so we could move it. Then I went down and saved the baby ducks. Made the newspaper and everything...
... and... Ryan Seacrest! ta-da!
