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I just called my parents (dad, in particular. Happy Father's Day! Go ahead and speak as long as you'd like, because today is your day!)

They had some news for me.

"We went to Meadville yesterday and got you some goat milk fudge," says my dad excitedly. "Chocolate fudge. With walnuts."

NO SHIT.

I wonder whose idea. I'M LOOKING AT YOU, MOM.

I am eating a chocolate-chip cookie which is unpolluted by walnuts ( Read more... )

...and only because of the unfamiliar woman in the middle.


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I just had a fight with a post office official...over a can of corned beef hash.

Here is the conversation:

Me: Hi, I'd like to mail this the cheapest way possible. I don't need insurance or delivery confirmation or anything.

Post Office Lady: You need to have a return address on this package.

Me: Uhm....it's supposed to be a surprise. That ( Read more... )

Warm toast with gobs of MELTY PEANUT BUTTER ON TOP is just a disaster waiting to happen in the early morning. Particularly when you're already dressed in work clothes.

One of the servers in the employee cafeteria pronounces "hamburger?" as, "ham-borg?"

Sounds as though I'm eating a cleverly-disguised and very tasty robot, who will kill me by way of cholesterol before anything else involving lasers, or maybe even an Earth-matter disintegrator.

...

So I was really bored today.

First of all, thank you to everyone for the birthday greetings and well-wishes. And to those who wished me a "sucky birthday - ha ha, just kidding. But not really." I totally deserve that. And I still blame Southern Comfort, at least 40 ( Read more... )

I sincerely appreciate being told that my "incorrigible" nature is downright sexy.

No, really, that made me feel all sorts of tingly goodness.

:)

Something about wearing a bikini underneath your work clothes is very, very gratifying. Especially when you know you won't be in those work clothes for much longer.

Hermosa Beach today!