My new tatts

Here's what I have done. I have made a bold lifestyle choice, but what I see as the only choice for me. Have you ever dared to dream? I have. In my case, I've decided to have the words "Mr. Cool Ice" written as many times on my torso as I can, accompanied by a coyly posed skeleton wearing sunglasses. That's exactly what I told the tattoo artist: "Make him like totally coy yet happily in the moment!!" I hope he doesn't look too prissy, because he's not supposed to be. As long as Mr. Cool Ice isn't mistaken for Sally Field or something, I'm okay.

You probably want to wear mittens or gloves when you touch Mr. Cool Ice because otherwise you just might get frostbite. Actually, that's just some Mr. Cool Ice humor. In all seriousness, my skin temperature varies only slightly, depending on the surrounding temperature.

Believe it or not, Mr. Cool Ice was not my first choice. Some other names I considered, but ultimately rejected for not being "cool ice" enough: Mr. Cool, Mr. Ice, Dr. Cool Ice, Mr. Cold Temperature, Mr. Frigid Coy Skeleton.

My Foodie Review: Bean & Cheese Burrito

Not sure if you knew this, but I'm a foodie. I love food and I'm really good at eating it. For today, I'm going to tell you all about the 89-cent burrito I bought from the refridgerator at my neighborhood Texaco Gas-n-Food Mart. I purchased it this morning and ate it just now. In fact, I'm getting beans out from between my teeth and seeing that I'm currently getting bean crusties in my keyboard. Dang. Just a sec. Oh well. About my burrito. It was functional as far as swallowing goes. Not sure where the cheese was, but hey, who am I to say? I'm not a cheese expert. It tasted okay in a floury, salty, beany kind of way. I don't know how many bites it took, but it went down okay. It came in a plastic wrapper. I can't remember the name of the company that created it, but I think "Las Campanas" and "microwavable" was in the name, which means it was an authentic microwavable burrito. Thank you.