My mom compared Nutella to Vegemite.
Huh. Well, okay. They are both, I suppose, spreads.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My mom compared Nutella to Vegemite.
Huh. Well, okay. They are both, I suppose, spreads.
Not that this really explains this particular piece of her, but my brother and I have commiserated that nothing impresses with my mom, she is the queen of "it's fine". She liked the food in Rome but declared it often "plain" which it is yes, simple, super fresh and delicious.
Ah, I know people like that.
One disadvantage of the e-reader: when someone asks you what you are reading, you can't just hold up the cover for them to read themselves, you have to stop reading and talk to them.
Woohoo, being accused of leftist propoganda on my FB page.
Maybe you should try posting some leftist propaganda, see if you like it.
Timelies all!
More things making me glad I'm not on Facebook.
I'm pretty sure I have access to some leftist propaganda if you need any.
I would totally do Burning Man. In fact, I have a friend who's been going for years and I'm pretty sure I could tag along if I wanted. But it falls during a problematic part of my schedule and, you know, I like having a job.
Ooh, if I'm getting my hair cut after work tomorrow I'd better bake cookies tonight. Get on that, self!
I didn't know you had to bake cookies before styling appointments! I've been doing it wrong my whole life!
So today I was in one of those lines where there's two registers facing each other and I thought we were doing the thing where we are all in one big line until a register clears and then the first person in line goes to whichever one. But no, the lady behind me walked up in front of me at the register that I was angled away from. And I silently resented her, but then the person in front of her had problems and the two people in front of me zipped past, so I went before her anyway, Nyah nyah. #petty
Hee. We have a potluck on Thursday that I signed up to bring cookies to - it's bake tonight or bake tomorrow night after my bedtime. My stylist probably wouldn't mind if I brought her some cookies, though.
The silent resentment pays off!