What is the matter with me???

The boyfriend and I had made a trip to Keystone yesterday to just go for a drive and to see what was open.
To his utter excitement Rushmore Taffy had already opened its doors for the season.
We bought a few pounds of taffy and looked around a bit.
We stopped between the post office and the Fudge Shop so that I could have a cigarette. I walked up to the butt can that the employees are suppose to use and lit up.
"I don't think you should be smoking right there." The boyfriend said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Propane tank." He said.
I turned and looked back at the butt can and was rather shocked to find a rather good sized propane tank behind it hiding faintly behind the post office employee only parking sign.
WTF! Really? Apparently someone has no brains. Who would be stupid enough to but something that could possibly catch fire next to a gas tank? ... Only in SD. I swear.It takes all kinds to make the world turn and in SD's case all kinds to make tourists see how stupid we are.
Being so Ironic and just down right stupid the boyfriend couldn't resist and took a picture of it with his camera phone. Maybe someday If I get around to it I'll post it on here somewhere.

After the cigarette was done we went into the fudge shop to have some ice cream. I'm usually a fan of just about anything except for mint chip, moose tracks, and rocky road. I usually cannot make up my mind and stick with chocolate. This time though I noticed a strange ice cream I've never seen before. The Land of Lakes label read Caramel Caribou. So I thought I'd give it a go.
It is caramel syrup, and vanilla ice cream with small miniature coated peanut butter cups.

IT WAS AWESOME!
I now have a new favorite :) It was so rich and sweet that I about died and went to heaven eating it.

Anyways so we were sitting in the shop eating ice cream and I noticed they had a wall with t-shirts on display to buy. I began reading them.
One caught my eye and I never really noticed it before.
Stressed spelled backwards is desserts.

So I've been thinking about the irony of that phrase. Is it just me or does getting stressed require the eating of chocolate to get unstressed? I am thinking not so much.
So next time if someone asks me if I'm stressed out I'm going to reply
"Stressed spelled backwards is desserts and if you don't want me stressed any longer you better get me MY MOTHER FRICKEN CHOCOLATE!" LOL

When I haven't had chocolate on my mind today and wasn't thinking about the little things in life I had time to contemplate the meaning of life and arrived at the theory that life is not a box of chocolates but a fricken ride on crazy express. the only thing that gets rid of the crazy (well my crazy at least) Is the ability to take out the crazy on others OR to eat CHOCOLATE. LOL
So to spare the general public from my case of... I don't have tourettes; random thoughts just spill out of my mouth: I have decided that I am going to now hold people at ransom for chocolate or else deal with my dirty pirate mouth.

So next time any of you see me you better darn well give me chocolate... OR ELSE!

Anyways today was pretty boring apart from my chocolate epiphany.
The only strange thing that happened today was this absolutely HORRIBLE sneeze I let out about an hour ago. I sneezed so hard that I thought my water broke, then I remembered I'm not pregnant.
To my utter dismay the sneeze made me pee my pants a little. I'm just glad that I didn't have enough wind to knock the nuts out of a tree. Can you imagine the mess that would have left?
How would I explain that one to the boyfriend?
"Honey, something has happened to my brain and I have apparently forgotten how to use the toilet. I need to be potty-trained again." Yeah... um.... NOOO!!!! Seriously though, it was embarrassing enough.

........ Now you know why I hate allergy season. *sigh*

On a slightly more random thought I have decided that I need a beer helmet. That way when I play Halo online I can use the full ability of my hands to kill stuff.   JUST KIDDING! Relax.
Women cannot play non stop like men do. If I were to drink that much soda I'd have to pee a lot and miss out on the fun. I cannot do the cliche thing and pee in a bottle.

You may be one of those random people out there reading this blog going "What the heck is the matter with this girl?"
I'll tell you the answer..... There is nothing the matter with me. I might have a few bolts loose or some marbles missing, but who doesn't these days. Just be thankful that I haven't fallen of my rocker yet :)

Last random rubbling for the day. When I just went to spell check before posting this WTF showed up as wrong and asked me if I meant MWF.
Since when does WTF even remotely resemble an abbreviation for split days of the week anyways? I cannot believe how remotely odd that even is.