DH loves those canned beets. *shudder* He puts them on salads and stuff all the time. It's freakish and weird.

Oh, I love chard!

I love it too, but it was ubiquitous for a while. And really, I ate best (on my own, I mean) during my first pregnancy, because that's back in the day when I thought I could be a perfect mother. Ahahahahaha hahah hahahahahahaaaaa.

Yeah, my mom was big on beets -- canned -- too. I don't think I've eaten one voluntarily in a large number of years.

::waves to Madrigal::

And really, I ate best (on my own, I mean) during my first pregnancy, because that's back in the day when I thought I could be a perfect mother. Ahahahahaha hahah hahahahahahaaaaa.

BWAH! So true. Now I'm on the "Toddler Diet"--which means grabbing a handful of goldfish crackers and swigging apple juice out of O's sippy cup while standing up.

BWAH! So true. Now I'm on the "Toddler Diet"--which means grabbing a handful of goldfish crackers and swigging apple juice out of O's sippy cup while standing up.

*snerk*

I'm on the cookie diet. I forget to eat when I am supposed to, and then have to go some place, and my anxiety is worse if I haven't eaten anything and my blood sugar is kind of low, so I grab some cookies. I wonder if that's why I've gained weight. Nah. Couldn't be. Cookies are so small.

Phone solicitations for protection plans on a credit card you already have are that much harder to refuse when you can't tell what they're saying.

I dislike sounding like a cranky bitch. I know that's exactly what they're counting on, but I still dislike it. Also, no, "I don't agree to things like this over the phone" is not satisfied by "You'll have thirty days to cancel." It's 9:30 in the morning! Could you just let it go at two "no"s? Let the third slide?

Also, no, "I don't agree to things like this over the phone" is not satisfied by "You'll have thirty days to cancel."

My mother's standard, "I don't respond to telephone solicitations," is followed by her hanging up the phone, immediately. I've tried it, but I get flustered, and can't get out the word solicitations. It all comes out like, "I don't--I respond, not don't not, solicitiaaa. I don't respond to um telephone solicit..." and then I hang up.

Geez, Emily. I usually just say, slowly and clearly (even while they're speaking) "I do not respond to phone solicitations" and hang up. Or if I'm in the mood, I'll try to throw them off script with questions like, "Do you have to get me to refuse you three times in order to earn your money for this call?" and so on.

I have also grabbed the nearest printed item and started reading it out loud until they hang up. You can have such fun with phone solicitors.

I just always feel so bad for them. Like I should be polite. I know that's an irrational response, but I can't shake it!

I'm a little charmed at the notion of having to refuse three times. Like an incantation, or something. If I still got telemarketing calls, I think the amusement might overtake the irritation.