A Tale of Two Kitties, in One Act
Dramatis Personae: Sophie, an aged beauty of a cat m0053, a young, kittenish kitty Siobhan, The human who serves them Chorus enters, in front of the curtain. Chorus: for the purposes of this show, Sophie does not care for peanut butter, and m0053 would eat ALL of it. This you must know. Exuent Chorus. Curtain raises on Siobhan, in kitchen, making peanut butter sandwich. Enter m0053,...
SAVE THE SEAHORSES!
So every week, during our weekly grocery shopping, “we” buy chocolate — like water, coffee, and bread, it is a staple. KH has been known to look in the fridge and cabinets and say “we are out of chocolate.” However: The reason “we” is in quotes up there is that from the time of purchase until we run out, it is “my” chocolate. The fact that...
I cannot boil a fucking egg
So. My newfound confidence and instructions to let the eggs cool overnight in the fridge before trying to peel them has led to: Siobhan still cannot make a hard-boiled egg. I cannot peel them without half the whites coming away with the shell. Ten years I have been trying to master this. I can cook food that will make you weep with how good it is, but I cannot boil a fucking egg. HOWEVER,...
Some people are born on third base and go through life thinking they hit a...– Barry Switzer, former football coach for college and professional teams, giving what I think is a marvelous definition of privilege. (via cognitivedissonance) Pretty friggin’ spot on. (via yarr-metis)