Amy found it in our tomato bin, just prior to adding them into our evening salads, and then said "Scott, Hurl's here... in the form of a tomato".
Have at it:
...you say tomato, I say Hurlmato...
In other news worthy news:
It's snowing and 17 degrees here in PDX today, people are panicking, businesses are shut [or shutting] down, the city is pretty much a ghost town, and Amy and me are laughing quite hard about it. After last winter in The Minnesota, this is Nothing/No-Thing/Nada-Thang. I'm thinking of donning my carbone thong and goin' riding [Amy thought this a not too good idea].
The supermarkets are empty, even the Starbucks in our building is thinking of closing early-gasp... come on folks, this ain't 9/11. It's snow.
Keep Ridin'... Always