You're weird

I've skipped one cup of coffee in the am for a cup of Green Tea. I hear it's good for you (anti-oxidents, cancer-fighter, blah) but, what they don't tell you is that it tastes like ass. I have a pretty strong stomach for eating food that most folks think is pretty gross. (plain water-packed tuna out of the can, plain baked potatoes...fat-free muffins from Perkins. Not muffins really. More like hand grenades infused with blueberries.)
The green tea makes my tummy roll. Liberal doses of honey seem to alleviate the problem, but man...just...yuck.

Moment of snark:
I've been getting a lot of tips on "home repair" since moving in, as well as the questions that typically come with. (What color are you painting the kitchen, what type of wood/stain are you using...etc) The last one (I thought) was pretty funny:

Co-worker: "So what type of counter-top are you getting?"
Me: "Um, I'm thinking of just making a shallow box to run the length of the counter, and filling it with sand. I just hope the cat doesn't mistake it for a litter box."
CW: (Blinks several times, then cocks head.)
Me: "Of course that's not too bad an idea either. I could always fill it with the clumping cat litter. That way if I spill, it just a quick 'scoop, sift, toss'!"

Funny to me anyway.

I called "Inherit the Wind" "Inherit the Ferret". I don't know why that makes laugh. The same ideology that thinks the audition for "She Stoops to Conquer" would be funnier if it read "She Stoops to Poop" or "Never the Sinner" is "Never the TV Dinner". I could go on and on and on...

Hee. It's Friday. And I move in 2 days. Fingers crossed kittens.