Last weekend, I think it was, my Favorite Husband wanted to go to the movies, and I couldn't see anything worth wasting ten bucks and two hours of my life on. So I stayed home and did laundry and played Wii Fit, and he went by himself. He saw Armored, which I suppose I could have watched on video if I HAD to, but opted out of instead. Certainly *HE* wasn't so gung-ho on it that I would have broken his mighty heart by not going with him. His review was what I suspected--a grunt and a shrug--but he came home a good half-hour later than I expected him.  MORE Mojo! »

Like, say, Cool Whip. Usually I refrain from mentioning a specific product unless they do something entirely egregious (*ahem*, Axe commercials), but Cool Whip belongs on that short list because I believe it is one of the nastiest chemical substances I have ever encountered. Is there the slightest bit of "natural" in this product? I think not. Wired Magazine refers to its primary ingredients--only somewhat tongue in cheek--as a "delicious blend of sugar, wax, and condom lube".

Even Twinkies--at least they used to; can't say I know much about them nowadays--used LARD in their filling. Yep, Twinkies cream was essentially sugar and lard, whipped together. Cool Whip can't even claim that. Seeing how you can get real sweetened whipped cream in a can, why would ANYONE stain a perfectly good dessert with Cool Whip? I just don't get it.  MORE Mojo! »

Oh, and another observation Mojo has recently made, and now shares with you so that you can maybe learn from her bitter mistakes: If you and your Favorite Husband (or whatever companion of your choosing) should have dinner in a decent enough Greek restaurant, and your Favorite Husband should order something but decide he doesn't want the cole slaw that comes with it for some reason.....Just Order the Stupid Cole Slaw, okay?  MORE Mojo! »

So while Mojo is not a HUGE sports fan by any means, even HER carefully isolated and insulated Perfect Life is occasionally jarred by Other People's references to professional sports and politics, two things Mojo has absolutely no interest in but others do--scary rabid others--so Mojo is forced at times to listen to someone's spittle-flying diatribe about the glories of Their Team versus the EEEEEVILS of the Other Side.  MORE Mojo! »

So Ratty Cat, bless his little walnut-sized brain, has decided The Place to Be in the morning is the warmest spot in the house. Which happens to be the edge of the tub just over one of the heating ducts. If the bathroom door is closed it's easily twenty degrees warmer than anywhere else in the house. It's also the place Mojo chooses to lay her head when she is attempting to take a relaxing bath, as she tries to do every morning. I must say this is an improvement from his initial spot, which was within the bath itself.  MORE Mojo! »

Two entries--well, okay, two movies at the bottom of the pile of library DVDs I brought home last Friday--didn't make the weekend cut. Neither Mojo, the arbiter of Public Taste, nor her Favorite Husband, the arbiter of, um, slightly less tasteful things than Mojo on occasion, had any great desire to see them. One was the animated disaster that is apparently Happy Feet. The other was what Mojo supposed to be the utterly moronic Borat.  MORE Mojo! »