Last week when I was at Wal-Mart, I took a mosey through their bakery section, and I eyeballed their blueberry muffins, and I came very close to buying some blueberry muffins, but then I thought twice about it, and I realized that never once in my life have I bought blueberry muffins at a store that were even a tenth as good as the blueberry muffins I can make at home, even the low fat, reduced calorie ones. I think I’ve decided that when it comes to muffins, I’d rather make them myself than buy a substandard muffin at the store.
I’m kind of a blueberry muffin snob, I guess. I can make better cakes, cookies, meals, salads at home, but I’m willing to buy that stuff already made. When it comes to blueberry muffins, though – most muffins, really – I don’t want to compromise. I know I’ll never go home and make the damn muffins myself, but if it’s a matter of buying the crappy stuff at the store or going without, even if I’m having a blueberry muffin craving, I’d rather go without.
What – and I’m not just talking about food, I’m talking about anything at all – gets your snob mojo flowing?
On Saturday, as he was headed out to do something in the blistering-hot sun, Fred said “Do we have any more sunblock? I just finished that tube of Clinique you gave me.”
I went into the kitchen to dig for another tube of Clinique I’d put in there at some point in the last few months.
“I wouldn’t mind something that costs a LOT less than Clinique,” Fred said prissily as I dug.
“Well, I didn’t get the Clinique for YOU, princess,” I said, then handed him the tube and stomped back into the computer room.
Next time I go to the store, I’m going to get him the shitty, greasy $1.99 stuff, and when it clogs up his pores and makes him break out and he feels like he’s smothering because it’s just sitting on his skin and not absorbing easily and quickly like my lovely Clinique does, I will say “Well, we can’t really afford to provide Clinique for EVERYONE, so I guess you need to just SUCK IT UP, PRINCESS!”
Is it just me, or does this picture of River:
Look a lot like this picture?
Anyone on Facebook want to play Scrabulous with me? I suck, as anyone who’s ever played against me can attest, but I don’t mind losing! Start up a game against me, I’ll happily play you ’til the cows come home.
Over the weekend, when we had Kara sequestered away from the kittens, we took the opportunity to bring Tommy in to see the kittens and see how they’d react to him.
What we forgot is that Tommy, much as he’s the Goodwill Ambassador, is always a wee bit hissy when he first comes face to face with new cats. We let him into the foster room, he came face to face with Zoe, and he hissed. She got a little, shall we say, kerfluffed.
After they hissed back and forth a few times, Inara – who was hiding under the dresser – started wailing. She sounded so scared that I decided it was time Tommy vacate the premises, which he happily did.
The entire time, Kaylee and River stayed sound asleep on the cat tree.
First visit: not such a rousing success.
A few more kitten pics over at Flickr.
Miz Poo in the sun. Time for a bath!
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: You are SO jealous of my life. I can tell.
2004: I’m going to drag myself kicking and screaming into this century if it’s the last thing I do, dagnabbit!
2003: “She was over there looking at stamps a minute ago. She did – she cut in line!” he said, and then tsked in disapproval.
2002: I am NOT picking that up, I thought definitely.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.