DOES PAT SAJAK EVER GET SICK?
Think about this, does Pat Sajak ever.get.sick? He’s been on the Wheels for 8 hundred million years, every single night, and I’ve NEVER SEEN A STAND IN. NEVER SEEN A SUB.
What happens if Pat Sajak gets sick!? What would they do? He must drink bone broth.
(I’ve never had bone broth. I have some in my pantry, but I’m saving it for a cold day with more leaves on the ground.)
How does it work though!? Does Wheel record like, three episodes per day for a few months, and then he takes the rest of the year off? Or do they film every day, strap him down and spoon feed him Echinacea dust and orange rinds?
Pat Sajak can’t get sick!
This is clearly stressing me out on irrational levels.
I realize this is a photo of donuts (doughnuts?), but I have cheese dip on the brain. Hashtag always.
But listen to this, the other day Aaron came home with a jar of cheese dip. Tostitos cheese dip. And I was like, “Gross dude. Why didn’t you get something better?” And he said, “There was no other brand! I looked.” And I was like, “Did you?” (said like Jason Bateman in Arrested Development – “is she?”)
MIND YOU IT’S JARRED CHEESE DIP. I know. I can feel the wave of your collective eyeball rolls.
But it got me wondering – is there a good jarred cheese dip? Does this even exist?
LISTEN, I even bought a $9 (NINE STUPID DOLLARS) jar of fancy cheese dip at a local cheese shop not too long ago, and it did nothing for me. Absolutely zilch. Nada.
Why do they all taste like a chemical plant?! Like a toxic spill bubbling up out of a butthole?
If you know of a good jarred cheese dip, a LOOP HOLE IN THE SYSTEM, and you’ve been holding out on me? Well, shame. Can’t even look at you.
Okay, still love you. But tell me about this jarred cheese dip right meow.
Heeeey-ohhhh, my second Food Network episode is up!
Never mind that fantastic DOUBLE CHIN I have going on. You’ll see more of it during the episode. That thing is on tour.
Can we talk about hair?
Er, hair DYE? (don’t delete me from your life.)
Guys, I feel like I JUST GOT my hair done five minutes ago, and it’s totally back to the dishwasher blond it was before I went in. And I want to scream. Hair is bonkers expensive! And I’m not ready to go back innnnnnnnaaaaa. (<–that’s me whining like my three years olds.)
I know at-home hair dyeing is totally scary and an awful, horrible idea. TALK ME DOWN FROM THE LEDGE.
But before I jump, have things changed at all with hair dyes?! Are there any current bad-to-the-bone brands that are worth looking into?
You’re like, just slather some garbage jarred cheese dip on your head BECAUSE IT’S THE SAME THING.
I get it. Okay.
Oh! Two fun things from the webotron this week, juuust in case you missed it on my other obnoxious highways of blabbertown. Our home was featured on Houzz! And yesterday morning I spoke on our local NPR radio station about the possible dying age of blogging. Peep those if you dig. No pressure though. Just being breezy. “You can’t say you’re breezy! That totally negates the breezy!” (<–name that show.)
Also, say “jarred cheese dip” five times fast.
Bye bye, now.