Tooth shoes are scary. Sentence I never really figured I'd need to write, but there you go.
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I can't look at the shoes. Can't.
I made a iced vanilla latte this morning. SO. GOOD. Why haven't I been doing this all summer? I've had the damn vanilla syrup in the pantry since May.
I keep thinking about trying a homemade iced latte, but I feel like it won't taste as good as coffee shop ones. Maybe I'm wrong.
The heels on those shoes bother me more than the teeth. At least the toes aren't squeezed in.
Not that I'd wear them, not with those heels. And teeth.
In not-really-related news, my supposedly formerly sprained ankle is hurting again. I'm not sure what I did to make that happen. Knowing my ankles, I probably looked at a curb wrong. I hope it clears up before my vacation starts at the end of the month.
I'm about to go meet the Family Flea for Graeter's. Seeing as how it's 97 degrees right now, that is the perfect way to welcome them back to Cincy.
Unless I spontaneously combust on the way there.
I bought the Torani Vanilla syrup, and I have some decent beans, so I just brewed a super-strong batch of coffee. Syrup goes first over a glass FULL of ice, then coffee half full, then milk to the top. Stir, and enjoy.
If you have the decent flavor syrup and beans, and a lot of ice, homemade really doesn't matter vs. coffee shop, Jen.
I have a green chile pork stew in the crockpot -- any an all are buffistas are invited to have some -- hatch chiles + beer + spices and tomatillos + pork. YUM. I would make sopapillas but it seems like too much work.
I also made a ton of chocolate cake, including a sheet cake to serve as the base for the angry birds cake. We have used 4 lbs of buttercream so far to ice the playing field. Now we need chocolate icing for the launching area and we still don't have a slingshot for the birds itself. Ideas for slingshots?
We have to go to the cake store get a get a cake box, I think. I'm unnaturally excited about this cake.
Tooth shoes are scary. Sentence I never really figured I'd need to write, but there you go.
Oh, those shoes! I posted them to my Tumblr. Honestly, I think they're kind of neat.
They are the teeth of my enemies. Wait til you see what my underwear is made of.
They are the teeth of my enemies. Wait til you see what my underwear is made of.
You people are not making me want those shoes any less. Just so you know. C'mon! Those with black tights, my usual fluffy skirts, and a severe Victorian jacket? Fantastically creepy.