Nance and Jane only keep me around because I keep things light (read: shallow). They are the Queens o’ Snark, and I am the yappy little sidekick dog.
I would have stomped off in a huff, but it’s too true to be denied.
(Also, Nance called me “nice.” That bitch!)
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I tried the
Sweet Potato Crack that all the
TUS-ers have been raving about for ages, and I’ll admit it – I was skeptical. Sweet potatoes, thyme, salt, and olive oil? Thyme. Who likes thyme? How could this dish be good? As if!
Also, it makes me nervous to follow recipes that don’t have exact measurements.
I have not the words to describe the tasty goodness of Sweet Potato Crack. It fucking ROCKS, and I’m about to sell
Tubby on the street so I can afford to buy up every sweet potato in the country and spend the rest of my days standing over the baking dish burning my fingers as I pick pieces of fresh-out-of-the-oven SP Crack and stuff them in my face.
Also! Sweet potatoes are GOOD FOR YOU!
Ounce for ounce, they have as much beta-carotene as carrots. A mere four ounces contain 50 percent of your daily requirement of vitamin C, as much potassium as a banana and a good amount of fiber.
Next time, I’m going to add more garlic, though. There’s no such thing as too much garlic. (Don’t look at me like that; Fred loves my garlic breath!)
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I am even more klutzy than usual lately. Yesterday, I smashed the pinky toe on my right foot into the end of the bed, even though I could have sworn I was at least six feet from the bed at the time of the smashing. Today, while stepping into the SHOWER, I smashed my entire foot into the bottom of the shower and now, two hours later, it still aches.
One of these days I’m going to smash my foot into something, and ::plunk!::plunk!::plunk!:: my toes are going to pop off one by one and go rolling under the bed, to never be seen again.
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I stayed up late to finish
Life of Pi, and while I’m giving it three Poos over on the
reading list, the end kind of made me roll my eyes a little. I don’t know, I guess that’s just not what I wanted to see, but it was a fairly cool book all in all.
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POSSIBLE THE BACHELOR SPOILERS IN THIS SECTION
I wasn’t surprised to see Meredith go last night, though I was a little disappointed. When the rose ceremony started, I said to Fred, “Either Meredith or Mary is going tonight”. I suspect that Mary will go next week, because the fact that she wants to start a family immediately is scaring Bob a little. My prediction is that it’ll come down to Kelly Jo and Estella. I liked Kelly Jo a little more until just now when I went over to check out Estella’s profile and saw that she listed her hobbies as
Doing the running man, break dancing and making animals out of balloons and answered the question “What are you most proud of” with
My ability to walk fast while talking on a cell phone. Heh.
At this point, though, I’m having a hard time preferring any of the women because they’re all so gorgeous and sweet. I think Kelly Jo is maybe a little too much like Bob and he needs someone to offset his crazyzanydorkiness. But he can’t wrong with any of them, really.
Ah, I miss the old days when I had LeeAnn to hate… (Not!)
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We watched the last hour of
Joe Schmo last night, and it was fairly interesting. I like that Matt pointed out that even though everyone kept saying the show was “for” him, that it really wasn’t – they came up with the concept and
then found him, so it really wasn’t
for him. I also like that he pointed out that although everyone said he was such a nice guy, he was aware that the cameras were around him and acted accordingly.
Also – Marcia! – he didn’t say whether he and Brian were still friends or not, but he did say that he had to work through his anger at Brian (who was also a writer for the show) before they could continue their friendship, which I think is a good sign. That he’s still
willing to be friends with Brian, I mean.
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I CAN’T WAIT ‘TIL IT’S TIME FOR SURVIVOR!!!
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In case you were wondering, Gizmo is doing well. She and her big sister Dulcinea are Best Friends Forever.
The Bean says “Who, me? I was just sitting here! I didn’t smack at your ass, really I didn’t!”
Miz Poo decides not to put the smack down and instead heads for a nice, warm sun spot.
But the Bean follows.
Frightened by Miz Poo’s scary growl, he flees to the living room, where he curls up and dreams of kicking her ass.
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