Memories... Sorry that my posts have been lagging and moderately uninteresting recently. Things have been busy with school and whatnottery.

I was doing my usual rounds this morning when I came across a post at Mighty Girl that brought back a very vivid memory.

A few years ago I was at my parents house one hot summer day. We had been working in the yard or I was mowing the lawn or some other sort of menial manual labor. Well after hours of perspiration I retreated to the air conditioned confines of my parents wonderful house. I approached the refridgerator with a thirst that seemed unending. I opened the door to reveal a Gatorade bottle filled with its delicious red nectar. This site almost brought a tear to my eye. I hurriedly removed the lid, prepared myself for refreshment and took what had to be the largest gulp of this drink. Pause...

If you don't know, my parents are avid bird watchers. This may seem like a digression, but it really applies more than you could ever know. During the summer they make their own hummingbird juice to put in feeders to attract them. To further entice them people often color this juice red.

See where this is going?

Well I realized only a minute too late that the safety seal to the bottle had already been broken. Apparently my parents thought it would be a good idea to store their extra hummingbird juice in a fruit punch gatorade bottle. When they entered the room to find me dry heaving in the sink they asked me what was wrong. All I could sputter between gags was Hummingbird Gatorade.

Yeah, I think they did that on purpose. Who puts a non-gatorade red fluid in a bottle clearly labeled for human consumption.

And no, hummingbird juice does not taste good.

And neither do Rusty and Bailey's dog treats.  ¶ Friday, February 03, 2006