Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The Bionic Nose

I have a bionic nose. I can smell old-lady purfume four isles over in the grocery store, and I always seem to be sitting next to the guy that ate cigars and cat food for breakfast. Once I had to change treadmills at the gym because the lady next to me was doing some sort of garlic cleanse from the smell of things. Which brings me to the photo above. While on vacation we ate at this cowboy themed steak house with a very large steer living in front. He looked very lonely and to be quite honest, I don't want to view my steak before I eat it. Just sayin'. I smelled him before I actually saw the poor guy. I still enjoyed my steak, don't get me wrong.

So here is the cute cowgirl hat the restaurant gave me while singing "Happy Birthday" and giving me a (sort of) tasty eclair of some sort.

They charged us $15.00 for the song and the hat. No I'm not kidding.



  1. How awful, they charged you for your hat?!? Hope you had a happy birthday!

  2. I dont know why but I cant stop laughing. You held your nose as a baby too.