i always thought that thing was mayor mccheese

when i was 12, i went to mcdonalds with some friends and we played at the mcdonaldland playground.  we decided to see if we could all fit in the mayor mccheese together.  it was a tight squeeze, but we all got in. 

i was quite a bit taller and huskier than these friends.  they all jumped out of the head exit, but i couldn't get in a good position to do that unless i went head first.  i panicked.  

i was stuck in the damn mayor mccheese.

for a moment i thought i'd never get out.  i was mortified.  

i don't exactly remember what happened next.  i'm not sure if i've just blocked it or all the adrenaline produced by the complete embarrassment of being too giant to cram myself in the mayor mccheese yet doing it anyway made my brain stop working or what.  but i do seem to remember one of my friends helping me get my feet near the body entrance and helping me get out.

apparently, i'm not the only one.  there is an entire facebook group about it.

anyway, when i was looking for an image, i discovered that thing is not, in fact, a mayor mccheese, but an officer big mac. 

silverware organized!

i couldn't find a knife when i was making a sandwich today, so i actually organized the silverware drawer.  then i realized that it doesn't really look any better than it did when it was a jumbled mess.

 

i know this is a bit of a lame offering.  i've been working on a snow day post, but it's not as funny as it should be yet.   i don't think your brain would be so sharp after seventeen snow days, either.  

also, i'm still using two spaces after every sentence even though it's apparently wrong now.  suck it, slate magazine.

and finally, i don't care much for horoscopes and all that, but i'm still staying a pisces.  suck it, minnesota planetarium society.