I started baking at 6:30. Breakfast was at 8:00. I called you down 6 times between 7:45 and 9:00. So yes, at 10:00 breakfast is long since over and I don’t feel particularly bad that you missed it. BTW - it was glorious.
A seasonal itty bitty rant. The wee pumpkins that I buy every year to decorate my steps have gone up from $1.00 to $2.00. I dunno if it’s the drought, or just inflation, but for some reason, I find I’m willing to pay $1.00/each for a strictly decorative vegetable (or fruit?), but paying $2.00 makes me grumpy. Complaining about how things used to be cheaper is a classic sign of encroaching age, and that makes me even grumpier.
Yesterday evening I decided to make a rare stop at Whole Foods to get a couple of treats for Sunday breakfast, and to garner admiration for my Food Tastes Better With DNA t-shirt.
I assembled my mini-load and headed over to the Express checkout line, which in typical fashion slowed to a crawl once I got on it. I noticed there were few people waiting in the regular checkout area so I ran my cart over there and got on a line behind two people, one of whom had just a few items (the other was paying for her stuff). The bagging person started waving at me and calling out “They’re open on line 3!”. I pull out of line and head in that direction, only to see someone with a load of stuff get on that line ahead of me. So I wheeled on back to the original line, but about ten seconds later they’re waving at me again “Open on line 6!” :rolleyes:
To hell with this, I ain’t moving again. But the cashier on 6 chimes in. “C’mon, man!” :smack: I notice he’s a big black dude with dreadlocks. Oh great; if I don’t move to his station I risk creating a racial incident (not a great idea in Columbus at this point in time).
I go on over, and the cashier (good-naturedly) says “You know, you didn’t have to come over here.” Without wanting to get into a long explanation I say that I like to avoid moving when possible. He looks concerned. “Are you OK, man?” :smack::smack:
I then notice that this guy is wearing a University of Michigan cap and a UM jersey, which in this part of the world is akin to Bruce Willis wearing a certain sign in Die Hard With A Vengeance. As I pay for my groceries, I can’t resist telling the cashier that I didn’t resent him for wearing UM regalia. He laughed.
Disaster averted.
And no one commented on or seemed to notice my DNA t-shirt. 
Why are people in the midwest so excited about fall and ready to kiss summer goodbye for another year? I enjoy fall when it’s October and the leaves are changing and I have new sweaters, and when I have no choice but to accept that the cold gray winter is coming. But right now? NO.
I am tired of seeing your apple orchard-hayride-cider donut posts and pictures on social media. I don’t want to see another halloween pop-up store. Screw pumpkin spice anything right now.
It’s 80 damn degrees out there. Today I will drink rosé and wear white pants and flip flops and anyone who wants to try to shove fall down my throat shall be slapped with a water balloon.
Parenting With Migraine, today. Nuff said.
Save the seeds. Next year, grow your own.
Because some of us actually enjoy the season for its own sake?
I recently had the “band changes style and becomes more popular” thing happen to me for the first time, although I didn’t know the band members personally. A band called Set It Off used to be a nice fun pop punk band that opened for small shows, then went completely pop with no rock influences at all and is now co-headlining with bands that have records in CD shops. And they don’t play their old stuff at shows anymore 
Although sometimes you can’t win, since I got into the Red Hot Chili Peppers just as they released Give It Away, and then a few months later they exploded with Under The Bridge to become one of the biggest artists of the 90s. I didn’t get into anything by them after Blood Sugar Sex Majik because it all sounded the same.
Pumpkin spice air freshener can ride straight to hell on the next shipment of cinnamon brooms.
I actually would be reasonably willing to wear a Team Shirt at Disney World with my extended family.
The fact that it’s exceedingly unlikely may play a role.
But also, my church has a large multi-cultural outreach, and in fact a large outreach to a specific subset of local African Refugees. So there they are wearing their fabulous African Style Dresses (and sometimes hats), and here’s the choir wearing ugly t-shirts and pants or skirts.
The service itself was pretty fabulous, and ran with minimal hitches-- a couple of things could/should have been better miked, and the amount of stuff which took place on the steps (which placed it where it wasn’t visible from the choir loft) was a little high, and a more than two hour service is a little long for my taste . . .
but my biggest lingering complaint is the choir dress code. So I guess that makes this appropriately Mini, if not particularly ranty.
Dunno. Could also be a serious enabler, thinking she’s doing it voluntarily and unlikely to get caught. fisha has an interesting story to tell about a former employee who behaved in a way you’d never expect anyone with half a brain to behave (it involves an abandoned husband, a new boyfriend and a chicken coop).
I do too, but I am certainly not rushing into it. If it’s 80 degrees out, people are boating in bikinis, and I get a sunburn, there’s no rush to start fall activities quite yet. There will be time…
I love a good pumpkin bar or even a pumpkin spice latte now and again, but that’s where it ends. The recent exponential year-over-year growth in pumpkin flavored everything is ridiculous. And cinnamon brooms? Why? You can’t put them anywhere inside and still breathe, and what’s the point of freshening the outdoors.
Why can’t NBC get Carrie Underwood’s lip sync right? Do they just not know?
Oh, man I walk into the supermarket and get hit with the scent of cinnamon brooms. I love cinnamon, but that’s just too much.
What’s Carrie Underwood doing on NBC?
September 9 at 3am, 30ºC.
September 19 at 10am, 9ºC and on one hand at least it’s not raining but on the other my allergies are acting up like a double birthday party at a McD’s balls-and-balloons room.
Shtoopid autumn and shtoopid allergies.
She’s the singer for the Sunday Night Football theme song. I’m not sure it’s necessary but that’s how they do it.
Last Tuesday, it was so cold that we had to turn on the furnace and I had to wear a jacket when I went for my morning walk. Friday it was 97 degrees.
BTW, it’s still summer till Thursday.
And the lip sync is waaaaay off.
Fuck all these panicky fuckers. There’s a run on the gas stations here in Western NC (and the rest of NC from what I hear) because of the leak in the pipeline in Alabama or wherever the fuck it is. There was a line four cars deep at each pump at the gas station near my work and that was the only one I saw that was actually open. Dumb motherfuckers are going out and filling up their car, their boat, their RV, their hovercraft, their 1400 riding lawnmowers and 3 extra gas cans because there might be a slight delay in the tanker trucks getting to the stations. Well now we’re all fucked because you’ve caused the catastrophe you were freaking out about. If you had just calmed the fuck down you would realize that we would have been only slightly inconvenienced by a slight delay. Now we’re running dry and people are getting stranded on the roads. Proud of yourselves?
Fortunately I have half a tank in my car so I should be able to hold out until the tankers come later this week. Maybe by then the dumb panicky fuckers will be over their snit and we’ll be able to have nice things again. Like gas pumps without plastic bags covering them.