The miracle of takeout

I’m not very good at making trivial decisions. If it wasn’t for my fiance, I’d still be thinking about what I should have for dinner last Tuesday. So when you stink at making decisions and you’re going to order takeout food, how do you decide whether you should go through the drive thru or walk in and takeout? I pondered this for a while. I was by myself, so there was no one I could ask to make the decision for me. It was cold outside, and I would have to face the weather either by walking out in the cold, or by rolling down my window in the drive thru. I asked my car what I should do, and luckily he answered and my debate was solved. My window was frozen shut.

Girl drivers Vol 3

I really hate to label females as poor drivers, but they leave me no choice. Typically the car that doesn’t have the big red STOP sign has the right of way, correct? At least that’s what I’ve been told. Maybe she had a different driver’s ed teacher, but this girl seemed to think that she could just pull out right in front of me in an icy intersection. I don’t think I’ve ever screeched my tires that hard before. Since she was stopped in front of me, I waited for her to go so I could get out of the dead center of the intersection. When I decided that I wasn’t going to wait any longer I started to pull around her, and as soon as I did she started heading for the side of my car. So I sped up and swerved out of the way. I once again thought I was safe until she zipped up right behind me and started tailgating me. It seemed like she was determined to get me one way or another. So I ran and hid as fast as I could. I guess the method I’ve always used to avoid girls should be practiced both on and off the road.

Famous chair

I’ve always wanted to be famous, and while you shouldn’t start worshiping the ground that I walk on just yet, you might start by worshiping the chair that I sit in. As a matter of fact, my chair starred in the movie Failure to Launch.

I’m very happy for my chair, but I have to admit it’s a little disheartening that my office chair is more famous than I am.

More reasons to change my name

The heating guy from Trane won’t stop calling me Jason.

I received a package addressed to Josh Meir.

My fiance has a way cooler last name than I do.

According to howmanyofme.com there are 653,932 Joshua’s and 314 Joshua Meyer’s in the US.

According to Google there are at least three Joshua Daniel Meyer’s. One is me, one is a todler, and another one, who happens to be the same age as me, is chillin in a correctional facility. I think I finally found my long lost evil twin brother.

Heartbreaker

Based on the book “Heartbreaker” by Julie Garwood