Today - if it isn't nailed down, I want to eat it. Hell, if it is nailed down I am looking for a claw hammer to pry the nails out. No idea why I am so freaking hungry.
Also, K wants to learn to cook. Why oh why lord. A woman in my kitchen. w.t.f. What have I done to deserve this? (Okay, to be fair, I don't want anyone in my freaking kitchen. It's mine. I wantses it! My precioussssssss) That said, it might be fun so we shall see.
I ordered myself an immersion blender today. Perhaps I will try BP coffee/tea if not I will at least be able to blend soups more easily.
Oh, if you are not too busy, email your congress person/senator and tell them to fix this fiscal shit by Mar 1 so I can keep my job Much appreciated.
somehow I manage to leave my intelligence and decorum at the door wherever I go. I doubt your journal will be an exception to that - not on the rug
What the F&#* is a decorum? - Mr. Anthony