I have to stop reading on-line comments.
I have to stop reading on-line comments.
I have to stop reading on-line comments.
The average person commenting is so ignorant and hate filled that I end up wanting to cull the Human race, and I don’t want to feel that way or think those thoughts. I start wondering how we ever got past mud huts and spearing our neighbors in the back because they farted at the wrong time, and I start wondering if the ability of the average moron to comment on every little thing for the world to see is going to take us right back to that point.
bloodyhellgoddamit. I just tripped over the step to my kitchen. bloody knee (in the literal sense) carpet burns, bruising. I’m not seriously hurt I know but I haven’t had a fall in ages and was enjoying that fact.
Some more mini bitches
A big fuck you to Amazon. I want to buy something but I live in the wrong bloody country - again.
A big fuck you to myself. I just cooked a supermarket pizza. These pizzas com in a plastic package with a styrofoamy disc on the bottom… guess what was still on the bottom - Craptastic
Seems that way, except for me (I do want SOME attention when I don’t feel good, but try not to be a melodramatic martyr about it), and I do have some Florence Nightingale tendencies. This leads to a bit of a difficulty with my husband, since each of us tends to give the treatment he/she wants when ill, which is pretty much opposite of what the actual patient wants.
Apparently, when I was a kid I had a habit of bringing colds and such home from school and passing them to my mother. She took to writing excuse notes referring to me as “Typhoid Mary”. The school staff thought it was hilarious (small town, and my mother has very distinctive handwriting, so they knew who the note was really for anyway).
Knowing postal gear as I do, it’s within the realm of possibility that the carrier was already soaked and your mail was already wet before it was placed in the box. That being said, tape a note to the box asking him/her to please close the box.
It’s gonna rain today, and I’m SURE my overpriced cheaply constructed rain gear will hold up for my 6 hour walk.
<big fat whiner> I should like flan. It’s sweet and caramelly. But the texture just puts me off. I don’t like Jello or sweet puddings either. Maybe I’ll get some guacamole and eat it with a spoon. I suspect there’s some room-temperature yogurt in my future, and I’m not looking forward to it. </big fat whiner> ::sigh:: Perhaps I’ll go to the Asian market and get some smoked eel. I like that, and it hardly needs chewing at all.
I really wanted toast for breakfast this moring. I’d even bought a tiny packet of Nutella earlier this week so I could have a Friday treat.
Peel and cube up some butternut squash and simmer that with some nice chicken broth and whatever seasonings you like - from rosemary to curry. It’ll have some fiber to help you feel full for a while.
I just had knee surgery. Wife was working*, so didn’t see me til she came home from work, and I was still groggy coming out of general anaesthetic. She said “Well, you look ok, I’m tired, see you day after tomorrow”. “Don’t you want to hear about it…?” I whimpered. “Not unless you died. I’m going to bed.” And up the stairs she went.
*Works in a hospital. What I went through is 10% of what her patients do, so I was No Big Deal.
