Fog o' Dusk

This is our first live action blog (though it is not actually live, but we would like it to be), so you should all be very happy about it. It is also the reuniting of us from our solo blogs.

Iowa is false because gas is so cheap.

Why is that false, Katie?

I don't know.

There is so much reunitionism here that there is another person here with us (note: In line with the Credit where Credit is Due Honor Code, our mystery guest did in fact coin the term "Reunitionism").

That sounds like a religion. I'm a reunitionist.

Who could this person be?

A mystery.

Before we get into that, we must lay down some ground rules. First, we are on our way to Minnesota. That is why this is a kind of live action blog. The action is our trip and the live is that we are typing on the way.

Secondly, there will be a mystery for you to solve.

Third rule, there will be no comma splices.

I'm not even sure I know what a comma splice is.

Hush, mystery guest. We have to introduce you first.

Didn't you kind of introduce me when you announced a mystery guest?

Not officially. All right, are we done with the rules?

Um, well, I guess so.

We just entered Story County, and I thought it was Story Country.

We should interrupt with a story, since it is a live action blog.

Oh, and now this story from the life of our mystery guest.

Oh, what story should I tell?

About your foot injury.

Which one? All two of them? Shall I start chronologically or start with the most recent?

Least to most traumatic.

How many stories do you have?

Two.

Plus, a possible broken pinky toe.

I can't even tell if I broke it.

That can be part of the mystery. That's the nature of the foot, that you can't even tell if your toes are broken.

Katie, you talk so much more when we have a third person.

That is because I'm usually just home from work, and you just sit there and talk to yourself. And then pass the computer to me. We blog in silence.

Perhaps you should have guest bloggers more often.

We don't blog in silence.

I know, but sometimes in moments we do. You type and then I type and then we laugh at what each other said.

We are two miles from Ames.

So close. You should tell them about Taco Time.

We need some facts. Do you have facts?

It is apparently delicious. Perhaps we should go to Taco Time and gather facts, and a burrito.

Is it time for your second dinner?

You have second dinners?

I do when I stop at Taco Time.

You don't even know if Taco Time is good.

I do know it is good. It's been recommended.

He's trusting of his sources.

You just gave a clue of something about our mystery guest.

We shall pause. Good bye.

Taco Time Trash. That is what we have. We successfully found and visited Taco Time in Ames, Iowa, as was recommended to our mystery guest by a coworker. (note: The food was not trash at Taco Time, just the wrappings from our food were trash. Clarification. There we go.)

Tell them how delicious it is. We think there is one in Kuwait. I looked it up online, and we think there is one there.

That is crazy. I didn't know it was that popular.

It is so popular.

Are there only two Taco Times?

It seems like it would be a chain.

Nope, just Kuwait and Ames.

Thank you for taking us to Taco Time, Katie.

Did you want me to blog your thankfulness?

Yes.

Maybe on the way back we can go to The Flying Burrito. Which is similar to Chipotle.

How do you spell burrito?

B-u-r-r-i-t-o.

Don't you have spell check?

Yes, but I'm just asking.

It is so much more fun to pretend to have our own Spelling Bee.

Story City!

We need another story, or the first story.

We need the story of the damaged foot!

I don't know which one to tell.

Ready, pick one, go:

I don't know how to response to this situation.

This is what blogging is all about.

You have to be cool and quick under pressure.

“Under pressure. . . ”

So, I work at Quik Trip--

Another clue!

So, sometimes when I work at the warehouse north of the river, I break down pallets--

Pallets?

Wooden skids.

I'm sorry but I don't think clarifies anything.

It does if you know the lingo.

So, these pallets include rusty nails, and I'm breaking down a pallet, and a rusty nail stabs my foot. And it hurt and bled.

Did you scream?

Kind of like a little girl.

Katie's Corner (on the driver's side of the car):

Well, every time I change lanes, a ginormous green blinker comes on.

How do you spell ginormous?

Sorry, ginormous is an overstatement. It's about the ratio of large print to regular print.

We are 187 miles from Minneapolis.

Now I have to find the 8 and 7 on the computer.

They are right by each other.

It is dark!

Is it too hard?

Upcoming Events:

Saturday, July 26^th of 2008--

Katie and Steve will be attending a wedding.

Amanda and the mystery guest will be doing some exciting things around Minneapolis that are adventurous.

Any final words?

Final words sound so threatening.

It's not like your last meal.

I would like to speak again.

You may, you may.