Oh Yes You DID.

I just caught up with my old Blogher pal Melissa Gira's internetin', and my word she is the bomb-diddly.

Mostly for this excellent little tumbler Am I Flirting

30. If we make up a ridiculous company and keep the joke going?
29. If I throw a snowball at her?
28. If my nostrils flare

Although my favorite by miles is #25:

25. If I Write Terrible Poetry?

You are probably really rotten at writing poems. If children are being left behind in general education subjects, they’re being knocked out with sacks of doorknobs and left in junkyard tire-piles when it comes to poetry. But somewhere, deep down, the desire to use poetry for its intended purpose still stirs in even the most talentless amongst us. Its intended purpose is flirting.

Because we all share this basic understanding, don’t naively go giving poems away to gentlemen and ladies you don’t want to kiss. They will think you want to kiss them very much indeed.

In other news, according to Margaret Wente (My go to girl for controversial but not seriously annoying stance, for annoying I go to Ms. Blatchford.) or, according to health experts quoted in her column I am about 5 pounds shy of overweight? As if. This whole BMI thing seems mighty suspicious.

As Wente rightly points out fat-phobia is big business (oh my god it's true, you can't avoid the puns they are everywhere):

Researchers and public-health authorities are heavily invested in obesity. So are major drug companies, which help fund influential bodies such as the International Obesity Task Force. The Canadian Obesity Network, which gets millions in government funding, lists dozens of leading drug companies as its “industry partners.”

(nota bene: See how the puns are piling up. Add yours in the comments, please.)

Although being statistically of size, might explain why my bed sounds like a chuckwagon rolling down a steep hill every time I move. The bed is either 'damaged' or I am actually fat.

Luckily I will live a lot longer, according to Wente's piece, so I should go out there and invest in a reinforced bedframe for "all the fat sex and fat sleeping I do/did in it".

HA HA HA some days I love Google for the information it provides, and sometimes I love it for the humanity.