Damn straight. (Or not, as the case may be.)
Hah. I just came across an article that opens thusly:
For most of her childhood, Jenna (not her real name) spent dinnertime staring at a plate of food that she refused to touch. She often was sent to bed hungry, or her parents caved and let her eat the only thing she could get down: French fries.
FML. And I did just cave, sort of. I went by the organic-local-craft grocery and picked up some (organic-local-craft) raw dog food. The ingredient list is kind of staggering: beef, pork, liver, heart, kefir, garlic, nutritional yeast, kelp, molasses, etc. The price also. When it thaws we'll see what we see.
I also picked up some (organic-local-craft) beer just because.
I do not want to be the adult tonight. I wanna not do anything. mac wants the same, but a night of him glued to the screen is not good for him. WAH!
I got a load of laundry in and another up drying.
why no house elves. srsly?
I would sell a kidney for a house elf, *just* for cat litter, cat hair, dust, and cleaning bathrooms.
Brenda, the ingredients for that dog food ... I think I've eaten things with less appetizing ingredients.
My sister is now talking gently to me in spoon language. Oh, dear. However, I did not have the spoons to talk to her tonight, and for some reason she took that much more clearly than when I tell her I don't have the energy. I'm not sure why that is. I guess it's because a chronic invisible ailment is explicitly tied to the spoon.
Marry her off, ita!
Happy Birthday, PiBaby, before it is no longer birthday day where you are!
Appetite-ma to Darby
Safe from the storm-ma to everybody
Gumption-ma to mac, and strength and serenity-ma (no, not that kind. Well okay, that kind, too, if it will help) to msbelle.
Spoons have come up a lot lately. Down to there are no spoons, just those stupid wooden forks that split and give you slivers.
MAC!!!
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I think I've found a new favorite artificial nail: Kiss's Everlasting. The tips are white through and through, so as they wear without showing. And the topcoat doesn't require a topcoat (I ran out of time last time, and they held up.)
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The "old" part of Juliana's something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue was were two sterling silver spoons that some of us gave her.
Also, the combination of the amount of work I have at work and the amount of stuff I need to get done at home this weekend kind of makes me want to puke.
