Write it all down now while it's fresh, sarameg.
Oh, right, I can haz egg cream (Burrell mentioning cold beer reminded me. I don't understand how my mind works sometimes, but when it gives me "have an egg cream" as output, who cares?) Mixing things up a bit with caramel instead of chocolate tonight. Delish.
I could really go for an egg cream right now.
I'll scan one, you print it out.
Oops, that wasn't caramel, it was hazelnut.
Cold beer helped, but not enough. All I want now is to bathe in some form or another, clean my dressing, and go to bed.
Oops, that wasn't caramel, it was hazelnut.
That's one of those grumblebrag or whatever it's called. Egad that sounds good.
Aaand, I forgot my nephews birthday was today. I thought it was this weekend. He's 7. I suck.
That's one of those grumblebrag or whatever it's called.
Ha, I've only heard of the humblebrag, but grumblebrag is even better.
Aw, sara, I'm sorry. Is it too late to call? (...Probably, huh?)
I am totally embracing grumblebrag. WAY better than humblebrag.
Didn't you hear? It's a pollen vortex. All the things that would have normally pollinated earlier are doing it now, all at the same time.
This would explain why my brain is all "Man, what the hell is wrong with you, body?" and my body is all, "SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE."