And my nose is in a book, which is ... kinda typical.
That totally cracked me up.
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And my nose is in a book, which is ... kinda typical.
That totally cracked me up.
OK, I vacuumed up the Cheerios and popcorn crumbs that had been accumulating around my desk. That's progress, right?
(Mostly popcorn. Spilled a bowl a few days ago and just picked up what I could with my hands. I'm not entirely sure how that many Cheerios got there. I think they migrate.)
I also gave my stove top a cursory wipe.
The only Passover shopping I've done so far is one box of matzo. (Streit's -- I think they all taste the same, so I buy Streit's because they have funny ads.) Right now I'm still in the "asking people for a ride to Rockville" stage. I will soon transition into the "begging people for a ride to Rockville" stage.
Yay Cheerios!
I'm tired.
This post brought to you by the department of "Let me go home already!"
My Mom just called me to tell me that I'm being inconsiderate for not spending my birthday with my family.
Thanks, Mom.
Well, cause your birthday is all about them, you see. (((Tom)))
Look at you , cleaning up actual Chametz!
Not much in the way of kosher food readily available in these parts, so I'm taking the opportunity to stock up on Yehuda matsoh (DH actively prefers it; sometimes I think I can taste the difference, sometimes not) and some other things I can't rely on finding most of the year. The wine is for a second night dinner, I really should have bought it earlier but I was thinking we'd have time to go up to the winery for a tasting. That would have been do much more fun than paying for expedited shipping. But, not gonna happen.
[Go home, DJ! You're working in Natter. That should count as extra]
{{Tom}}
Stop that, Tom's mom. Just stop.
Oh, Tom. That sucks. I'm so sorry.
Tom, your mom has been the recipient of an across-the-country eye roll. In fact, my eyes rolled so much that they rolled past the meatball tree that grew out back after my meatball fell off my spaghetti.
I'm sorry, Tom. You should be able to spend your birthday any way that makes you happy.
I have eaten dinner. I'm working my way through my second Smirnoff Ice and catching up on Dresden Files and The Riches with TCG, so this day is not a total loss.