Is your nubbin buttered? Would you like us to assign someone to butter your nubbin?
I’m fairly certain that no one on earth, aside from me, calls tree buds, flowers, and other plant-based woodsy matter “nubbins” (short for Nature Nubbins). However, like most of the stupid things I think, say, and write, it popped into my head years ago and never left my lexicon.
And just like the word popped into my head, so did the paraphrased quote above taken from the movie Mean Girls. I hadn’t thought of that movie in years, but then last year, I heard a song by the band Wet Leg that uses the “Is your muffin buttered?” line from the movie. It popped back into my head, and today, I found myself once again taking photos of some nature nubbins and critters in the woods whilst singing the paraphrased line under my breath.
What does any of this have to do with anything? Nothing other than I was in the woods for a 5.09-mile lumber and exceeded my self-imposed 25-mile weekly minimum, finishing with 26.81 miles in my feetz this week (if I chose to end it now).
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And that’s all I got with the time I have. Need to get my shit together before we leave for East Lansing for a pre-graduation dinner with Wifey, my father-in-law, Brennan, his gal, and his roommate. Every time I think to myself that his college days went way too fast, I have to remind myself that he’s graduating as a Junior, so it DID go faster! Brainiacs gotta brainiac. Thank goodness he takes after his mother! GO GREEN!!
Time to butter my nubbin and then get ready to split ’cause MY BOY IS GRADUATING FROM MSU!!!
Later.