Today, Tyler and I were talking about girlfriends from various movies, and I named Adrian, from "Rambo."

He very carefully tried to point out my mistake by saying, "Rambo?" To which I said, "Yes, Adrian from Rambo." Then he said, "Rambo." And I said, "YES, RAMBO! When he's shouting it on the stairs! Whatever, I haven't seen the movie."

Then he laughed, and I got it several minutes later. Boy movies...

Told my friend AunJuli over skype that there were too many cooks in the pot.

Bless her heart, she didn't even correct me.

Yesterday, I told my friend Melissa that you shouldn't kick a gift horse in the mouth.

I think it's still good advice.

I just told someone that "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" was written by Harry S Truman.

We can't stop in Washington DC! That's bat country!

Just called toothpaste "dijonaise." No idea.

I always mix up Stockard Channing and Channing Tatum.

While playing a coworker in chess, I decided to trash-talk him by taunting, "You're falling RIGHT into my trap, like a spider in a web." He did not seem threatened. (Also: I lost.)