Billets comportant le tag no1curr

• Baby butter lettuce
• Green tango lettuce
• Sliced grape tomatoes
• Small chopped carrots
• Snow peas
• Broccoli
• Boiled shrimp
• Cilantro
• Sesame dressing

When I clean out Taco’s bowl, I always pull his little “sunken car” hidey-hole statue out first, so he can’t evade me when I try to move him.  I know he’s just a betta fish, but I swear to gawd he gets upset about it.  He swims all around, jerking his head around like he’s thinking DEAR GOD IT WAS JUST HERE WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CAR? and then swims to the top of the bowl and makes fat-face* at me and looks like he wants to fight me.

*Fat-face:  when Taco gets feisty, he bugs out his eyes and puffs his gills out so it looks like his head just got three times wider.

I don’t want to take the Ambien tonight, but duty nights are always sleepless nights.  I don’t know why.  You’d think I sleep better, ‘cos the bastard (I say that affectionately) snores like you wouldn’t believe.  I spend half of most nights rolling him back on his side.

I’ll probably just look at the Chikorita tag on here and eat an ice cream bar and listen to something soothing for a while.  Wish I had some bros here (I mean ‘here’ locally, not y’all) to hang out with.

Coach is back. Derby practice was wonderful, but exhausting.  I haven’t been sleeping much, so I can really feel it.  I shouldn’t have worn a white shirt today, since we worked on dog rolls.  I don’t want any dinner, so I think I’m going to drink 2 glasses of orange juice and pass the fuck out.  

Just weighed Sam, on a whim.  She’s almost 14 pounds now.  I don’t know if that’s impressive or not, but it seems awful big for a kitty, and she’s turning into a puffball.

Tried to weigh Sandi, too, but she was having none of it.  She has been acting weird since we started fostering the kittens, even though they don’t bother her at all.

Hebrew National makes the best fucking hot dogs, full stop, but they need to have a separate bakery division that makes Kosher-certified hot dog buns just for their delicious product.  They package them in sevens, and hot dog buns always come in eights.  There is always one poor, lonely bun left over after the dawgs are gone.

Hebrew National, don’t let me down.  Bring the 7-bun packages to the masses!

And yes, my right eyebrow does indeed have a bald spot.  You’ve probably noticed it in other pictures, too.  My brows are thin anyway, because of my thyroid shit, but I have a scar there from when my brother hit me in the face with a bicycle pump.

(In fairness, he was a little kid and didn’t really know any better.  He’s not some kind of maniac.  As you can tell, we’re cool now.  No hard feelings.)

Bought bay scallops for my salads this week, instead of shrimp.

They only come in tiny, expensive bags, though, so it won’t be a frequent substitute.

I want salad.

FUUUUUUUUUUU, no salad in the house.

WAIT, THERE IT IS IN THE BOTTOM DRAWER.  AND VEGETABLES.  YES.

Wait, I have no dressing.

I’ll make a vinaigrette!

DAMMIT, SISTER USED ALL MY OLIVE OIL AND BALSAMIC.

OH, HERE’S A PACKET OF RANCH SPICES.  I CAN MAKE MY OWN.

FUUUUUUUUUUU, out of milk.

WAIT, I HAVE HALF & HALF.  HOMEMADE RANCH WITH HALF & HALF.

I’M EATING SALAD AND DRINKING COFFEE.  WHY IS MY LIFE SO GREAT?

Okay, so it’s one of my kids’ favourite movies, and hell, I dig it, too, so when they ask me pleadingly to watch it during dinner (instead of sitting at the table), I can’t say no, especially when they’re bummed that now both their dad AND their auntie aren’t here anymore.

(I may have also said FUCK COOKING and had giant bowls of Lucky Charms for supper last night.  Sensible parenting—ur doin it rong.)

Ticklish, funny things I noticed that I hadn’t noticed in previous viewings—ignore if you hate this movie, never seen it and want to in the future, or aren’t one of them lot what notice new things every time you view a flick:

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