gmail helps in the kitchen!

Well, Gmail continues to amuse me with their ever-so-helpful ads. I make sure to check them out every time I'm in my email now. I emptied my spam folder today and it started offering up yummy sounding spam recipes. Let's take a vote and decide which one sounds the tastiest:

Spam Veggie Pita Pockets - Serves 8 (Oh thank God! We'll have extras!)

Spam Fajitas - Add extra salsa if desired (I'm pretty sure extra salsa would be required to choke it down.)

Vineyard Spam Salad - Combine grapes, spam, pea pods and onions in large bowl (Pea pods? Who uses pea pods as an ingredient?)

French Fry Spam Casserole - Bake 30-40 minutes (You can actually hear your arteries clogging!)

Ginger Spam Salad - Serves 1. Refrigerate overnight (And who said spam wasn't healthy? It's salad, people!)

Skillet Spam Fry - Stir until golden (Spam can get golden?)

Ok, I could do this all night. Every time I refresh the spam page it gives me a new one. This is lots of fun. Pretty soon I'll have enough to make a whole spam recipe book. It will fly off the shelves. I know all my loyal blog followers will buy a copy, right? They also gave me another "Get Happier" ad. I wonder how many of those they have. The website doesn't work though. I tried and it said the link appeared to be broken. If I wasn't suicidal before, I am now. That was the only thing I was holding on for. The only good thing left in my life. Goodbye cruel world!

Sleep tight!

xoxo

apparently i write depressing emails

So I have Gmail. They always pick advertisements for your page based on what words are in your emails and stuff. For example, if I'm writing about tile, it shows me a bunch of ads for grout or tile junk. I don't pay much attention to them usually, but I was checking my email and this one caught my eye (maybe because it was the large banner ad at the top...):

Go Get HAPPIER! www.happier.com/ Go. There. Now. - Do You Really Want to be Miserable For Even One Second Longer?

I shit you not. Word for word.

I laughed until I had tears streaming down my face. I dunno what the hell I'm writing, but apparently Gmail thinks I'm teetering on the edge. That's freaking hysterical. I just thought I'd share the smile :)