Morbid Pasta Salad

My own morbidity scares and disturbs me sometimes. You know those old school paper cutting things, that have like a gridded chopping block and a swinging blade arm. Like this:

Well as you can see we have one of them at my office. I am utterly terrified that one day on of my fingers is gonna get chopped off when I am not paying attention, or in a hurry. I don't know why, I just am.

Another thing that still scares the bejeezus out of me: semi trucks. And wouldn't you know my office is right across the effing street from an ice cream factory that has semi trucks pulling in and out all day.... I am always worried I am gonna witness them run over a pedestrian, or a car smash into them... I would be all amazed like, "Holy crap did you see that?" and at the same time I would probably pee myself thinking, "I hope there is no exposions, I've seen those movies where the car hits the trucks gas tank and KABLAMMO!"

I am excited for this weekend, granted we have to swing by the in-laws', but oh well. We are going up to Silver Falls State Park first. Hopefully there will be some awesome pics. And I am thinking on Sunday we might go to Minto Brown in the morning and do another loop of the park.

Next weekend we are going to a family barbecue in Portland for his grandma's and his mom's birthdays. I think we are going to get Grams a nice flowering potted plant for her room. Mom... I have no clue what to get her. The woman has more junk than she could ever hope to use... Maybe a wind chime, or decorative bird feeder... Or something...

I am thirsty.

My husband worries me. He is sitting on the couch and playing with a big 12v battery a computer fan... I hope he doesn't shock himself...

Oh, tonight I made this killer pasta salad for dinner. I made it with some of the cool pasta I bought at Costco, canned organic tomatoes, sliced black olives, a quarter of a sweet white onion (thinly sliced), about two cups chopped up spinach, a thing of feta cheese crumbles, and like half a cup of house italian dressing. It was sooooo freaking good. I am so glad there are leftovers for lunch. Perfect Summer food.

I think he's gonna chop his finger off with that thing. So, now, I not only fear he will give himself a light ZAP, but also that he is gonna lose and appendage... At what point do you think I should step in and say, "Babe, what the hell are you doing??"
Right now.

He says he is working on a way to improve his "homemade" desk fan for work... I gotta give him credit for ingenuity.

Spaz just gave me the look. That one that says, "Mommy, you aren't paying attention to me and daddy is doing weird stuff. I think he might hurt himself."

Well, I think we are gonna go for a walk soon.