oh...the pants. the shirt. the dance moves. the sneaks. the breathiness. the total snubbing of the concept of 'key.' this is the BEST.
i wish i was besties with the lady at the beginning so that we could share clothes.
fourtho de julio.
whoops, i guess i forgot to 'member to post 'member that time' yesterday. i blame it on our forefathers. who can even remember it's a boring old monday when your husband's home from work and you're doing it up patriot-style?
actuallly, we did zip-zero-zilch for the fourth of july. oh, i mean, i dressed my kids in red, white and blue. and then when atticus peed on his first r-w-b shirt, i diligently found him another. patriotic mother of the year. but other than that, we did nothing to celebrate our country's independence - no parade, no fireworks, no flag-waving. (unless you count the flag i daily wave in my heart.) and you know what? I LIKED IT.
i'm not really a find-a-parking-space-downtown-so-you-can-be-crowded-out-of-any-viable-seating-spot-while-it's-super-hot-just-to-wrangle-two-kids-at-lunchtime-slash-naptime-so-your-kid-can-run-in-the-street-for-candy-you-don't-let-him-eat-anyway kind of gal. i HATE large crowds of people. call it "woodstock: the new class" mentality, where it's like you think you're going to something fun and dandy and all of a sudden you're being mugged and someone's lighting your car on fire. no thank you.
that's just my little way of saying we skipped the parade.
and i think you can infer that we also skipped the fireworks.
that one has a little more mainstream reasoning behind it: they don't start until like 9:30 when our kids go to bed at 7:30, we would have to drive into town to see them (our little town doesn't do them for the fourth), i have no idea if the kids would love them or hate them, etc., etc.
so how did we spend our fourth? i talked to my mom on the phone all morning, fixed the kids lunch, looked at the IKEA website while todd and the kids napped, did some yardwork, made dinner, then went to lowes to buy smoke detectors and a dehumidifier.
i think that is exactly what our forefathers had in mind when they signed that good ol' declaration many moons ago.
actuallly, we did zip-zero-zilch for the fourth of july. oh, i mean, i dressed my kids in red, white and blue. and then when atticus peed on his first r-w-b shirt, i diligently found him another. patriotic mother of the year. but other than that, we did nothing to celebrate our country's independence - no parade, no fireworks, no flag-waving. (unless you count the flag i daily wave in my heart.) and you know what? I LIKED IT.
i'm not really a find-a-parking-space-downtown-so-you-can-be-crowded-out-of-any-viable-seating-spot-while-it's-super-hot-just-to-wrangle-two-kids-at-lunchtime-slash-naptime-so-your-kid-can-run-in-the-street-for-candy-you-don't-let-him-eat-anyway kind of gal. i HATE large crowds of people. call it "woodstock: the new class" mentality, where it's like you think you're going to something fun and dandy and all of a sudden you're being mugged and someone's lighting your car on fire. no thank you.
that's just my little way of saying we skipped the parade.
and i think you can infer that we also skipped the fireworks.
that one has a little more mainstream reasoning behind it: they don't start until like 9:30 when our kids go to bed at 7:30, we would have to drive into town to see them (our little town doesn't do them for the fourth), i have no idea if the kids would love them or hate them, etc., etc.
so how did we spend our fourth? i talked to my mom on the phone all morning, fixed the kids lunch, looked at the IKEA website while todd and the kids napped, did some yardwork, made dinner, then went to lowes to buy smoke detectors and a dehumidifier.
i think that is exactly what our forefathers had in mind when they signed that good ol' declaration many moons ago.
family update
i realize i haven't posted much about the kids lately. and considering that a) they're why i started the blog in the first place and b) a large population of my readership is mainly only interested in them, i figured i'd give a little update.
penelope is 14 months now, and i seriously cannot believe it. i have no idea when she turned into a toddler, but it has happened. she is currently spending most of her waking hours toggling between crawling and walking, and her vocabulary is starting to boom - she can say hi, bye, no, baby, ball, mama, dada, and cracker. (yes, i taught her racial slang.) she can also woof like a dog.
she can also say all done, please, and more in sign language, but that's only because she's a genius and not because i actually taught her. (i was too busy trying to teach her how to call her brother a cracker.) actually, i did teach her how to say 'all done' so that her nonverbal cues stopped being throwing her milk cup on the floor and rubbing any remaining food in her hair. i think 'please' evolved from rubbing her belly while trying to find her attached nuk for comfort (i took it away during waking hours a couple months ago) and realizing that rubbing her belly while asking for something usually got her at least praise, if not the thing she was wanting. 'more' just showed up one day when she wanted more lunch; i still have no idea where she figured that one out because, as you may be able to tell, i'm not exactly a 'baby einstein' kinda momma and i really slacked off on the whole 'baby signs' this time around. oh well.
she has dropped her morning nap on most days, which has been GREAT considering it is garage sale season and sales wait for no man (and no nap). and since we now have to commute 20 minutes to do our grocery shopping and garage sale-ing and any other semi-civilized activity (other than walking to dollar general and going to the kiddie pool), it's good she's able to go longer without a nap. both kids lay down for the afternoon around 12:00 and stay in their beds until at least 2:30, even if they wake up before then, because a) i think it's good that they get rest and alone time and b) momma needs time todo yardwork read blogs and watch hulu.
her temperament is still super quiet and laid back. she is not one to cry when nothing's wrong or to demand attention, which i am so grateful for. we've been hearing more crying lately, but mostly because they're starting to fight over toys and because atticus has learned that wrestling her is an effective means of beating her into submission.
speaking of atticus, he is ALL. BOY. i don't know if it's because of the sunshine or because of all the extra space inside and out since we moved, but he spends about 95% of his waking time running or climbing or asking for food. he is growing like a weed - only up, never out - and he's really getting good at the whole 'toddler speak' thing. you know, understandable but still mostly in need of a translator.
he loves going to the 'seemee toll' (swimming pool) and wearing his 'seemeen soup' and watching people jump off the 'dyeen bode.' he's even getting brave enough to jump around in the water and pretend to swim. he's still the same as ever - in new or unusual situations, he isn't scared he's just...reserved. observant.
for a looooong time, he had an alternate personality who spent basically all day, every day with us - a cat named murph. lately, though, murph has not been coming around because his new favorite alter-ego, 'baby,' has been showing up. 'baby' is just that - a baby. who crawls and learns to walk and says 'googoo gaga' and whines incessantly and needs to be held at all times. i'm thinking it's sibling rivalry. i miss murph (because he acts mostly like a cat - relatively independent and indifferent, as well as mostly silent) so i asked him the other day when murph was coming back. atticus just shook his head and said, 'murph his house. play with toys.' so it doesn't look like he'll be coming back any time soon.
potty training is going really well - we had some minor setbacks after the major-life-event of moving, but we're back on track. he even wears undies during his naps and only wears a diaper at night. he doesn't like having anyone in the bathroom while he's pooping (the last time i walked in, he was like, 'still pooping. mama be right back, go talk yaya.' - yaya meaning grandma.) he has it down that pee comes out of his penis and poop comes out of his booty, although when girls pee it comes out of their 'giant.' whatever. probably not a word i need to push great articulation with.
and lastly, his favorite day of the week is wednesday because that's when the trash truck comes (we were never able to watch it at the apartment since we only had windows on the opposite side as the dumpsters, which was A-okay with me for view-and-smell reasons). every night when he gets to pick what to thank jesus for, he says 'tankoo jesus trash truck, dump out trash, make noise, rrrrrrrrrrrrr.'
so there it is; our kids in cliff's notes form. next week we will be back to our regularly scheduled programming of random life events and half-insane ramblings about semi-obscure cultural references. (and if you kid-centered readers are vocal enough, then maybe some pictures.) until then, adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen...GOOD NIGHT! (anyone else totally obsessed with lawrence welk growing up? anyone? just me then?)
penelope is 14 months now, and i seriously cannot believe it. i have no idea when she turned into a toddler, but it has happened. she is currently spending most of her waking hours toggling between crawling and walking, and her vocabulary is starting to boom - she can say hi, bye, no, baby, ball, mama, dada, and cracker. (yes, i taught her racial slang.) she can also woof like a dog.
she can also say all done, please, and more in sign language, but that's only because she's a genius and not because i actually taught her. (i was too busy trying to teach her how to call her brother a cracker.) actually, i did teach her how to say 'all done' so that her nonverbal cues stopped being throwing her milk cup on the floor and rubbing any remaining food in her hair. i think 'please' evolved from rubbing her belly while trying to find her attached nuk for comfort (i took it away during waking hours a couple months ago) and realizing that rubbing her belly while asking for something usually got her at least praise, if not the thing she was wanting. 'more' just showed up one day when she wanted more lunch; i still have no idea where she figured that one out because, as you may be able to tell, i'm not exactly a 'baby einstein' kinda momma and i really slacked off on the whole 'baby signs' this time around. oh well.
she has dropped her morning nap on most days, which has been GREAT considering it is garage sale season and sales wait for no man (and no nap). and since we now have to commute 20 minutes to do our grocery shopping and garage sale-ing and any other semi-civilized activity (other than walking to dollar general and going to the kiddie pool), it's good she's able to go longer without a nap. both kids lay down for the afternoon around 12:00 and stay in their beds until at least 2:30, even if they wake up before then, because a) i think it's good that they get rest and alone time and b) momma needs time to
her temperament is still super quiet and laid back. she is not one to cry when nothing's wrong or to demand attention, which i am so grateful for. we've been hearing more crying lately, but mostly because they're starting to fight over toys and because atticus has learned that wrestling her is an effective means of beating her into submission.
speaking of atticus, he is ALL. BOY. i don't know if it's because of the sunshine or because of all the extra space inside and out since we moved, but he spends about 95% of his waking time running or climbing or asking for food. he is growing like a weed - only up, never out - and he's really getting good at the whole 'toddler speak' thing. you know, understandable but still mostly in need of a translator.
he loves going to the 'seemee toll' (swimming pool) and wearing his 'seemeen soup' and watching people jump off the 'dyeen bode.' he's even getting brave enough to jump around in the water and pretend to swim. he's still the same as ever - in new or unusual situations, he isn't scared he's just...reserved. observant.
for a looooong time, he had an alternate personality who spent basically all day, every day with us - a cat named murph. lately, though, murph has not been coming around because his new favorite alter-ego, 'baby,' has been showing up. 'baby' is just that - a baby. who crawls and learns to walk and says 'googoo gaga' and whines incessantly and needs to be held at all times. i'm thinking it's sibling rivalry. i miss murph (because he acts mostly like a cat - relatively independent and indifferent, as well as mostly silent) so i asked him the other day when murph was coming back. atticus just shook his head and said, 'murph his house. play with toys.' so it doesn't look like he'll be coming back any time soon.
potty training is going really well - we had some minor setbacks after the major-life-event of moving, but we're back on track. he even wears undies during his naps and only wears a diaper at night. he doesn't like having anyone in the bathroom while he's pooping (the last time i walked in, he was like, 'still pooping. mama be right back, go talk yaya.' - yaya meaning grandma.) he has it down that pee comes out of his penis and poop comes out of his booty, although when girls pee it comes out of their 'giant.' whatever. probably not a word i need to push great articulation with.
and lastly, his favorite day of the week is wednesday because that's when the trash truck comes (we were never able to watch it at the apartment since we only had windows on the opposite side as the dumpsters, which was A-okay with me for view-and-smell reasons). every night when he gets to pick what to thank jesus for, he says 'tankoo jesus trash truck, dump out trash, make noise, rrrrrrrrrrrrr.'
so there it is; our kids in cliff's notes form. next week we will be back to our regularly scheduled programming of random life events and half-insane ramblings about semi-obscure cultural references. (and if you kid-centered readers are vocal enough, then maybe some pictures.) until then, adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen...GOOD NIGHT! (anyone else totally obsessed with lawrence welk growing up? anyone? just me then?)
thwr: we are politically correct.
todd: (singing) WAR....UH...what is it good for?...killingsadamhussein. i said, WAR...UH...
and that's how we roll.
and that's how we roll.
video vednesday: rick. rick. can i have a sip of your soda for sustenance?
REMEMBER THAT RICK?!?!?!
ps- not sure what the ad at the beginning is for - our internet is too slow to load ads (bummer. not.); if it's for trojan condoms or something, close your eyes and cover your ears unless you're married.
ps- not sure what the ad at the beginning is for - our internet is too slow to load ads (bummer. not.); if it's for trojan condoms or something, close your eyes and cover your ears unless you're married.
all around the mulberry bush
if you know me at all, you will know that i'm not a tree-climbin' kind of gal. something about heights and not liking to get all scratched up and a fear of dive-bombing birds (they exist - just ask the back of my mom's head) just kind of turns me off. but i will tell you that i did find myself climbing a tree the other day, all for the love of a great deal.
what the crap, you ask.
i will tell you. but first i have to back up and tell you a little story about mulberry trees.
your neighbors or your mom will probably tell you something about mulberry trees, but they are wrong.* they will say they are basically really tall, annoying weeds. and that they're a nuisance. and that they spread like... crazy (i was about to insert a very inappropriate tara reid joke). and that when birds eat mulberries, their crap turns purple and stains stuff and helps spread MORE mulberry trees. but i say NAY. (actually, the parts about them spreading and the bird poop are true. but i say purple blotches of bird poop all over my deck is festive. sort of.)
my neighbors gave me this whole song-and-dance. and before i knew the gloriousness that is the mulberry tree, i actually believed them. and cut one down with my own two hands. (actually, i oversaw the cutting down of one by my husband with my own two eyes.) but in my defense, it was growing through our arbor (yes, we have an arbor, how old-person are we?!) and would've taken that spindly-by-comparison thing down in no time. so i'm okay with it. but luckily for our sakes, i left two standing, much to the chagrine of my neighbors. so now we're basically 'those people' in our neighborhood, but whatevs.
what's so awesome (and worthy of neighborhood shunning) about mulberry trees, you ask.
i will tell you. they are free food.
they don't have to be weeded or sprayed or maintained at. all. they are sun-ripened, chemical-free, organic free food. and in comparison to the non-free kind of berries, even the non-organic kind, that's a pretty great deal. and if you know me at all, you will know that i LOVE a deal, as well as the opportunity to play laura ingalls.
which is how i found myself climbing a tree the other day and shaking what its mama gave it. i just spread a bunch of old sheets out on the ground around it (watch out - mulberries permanently dye whatever they touch) and went to town shaking that puppy and watching it rain mulberries. and between two days and two trees, i have so far gathered about 10 pounds - shut up! i googled the math on it, and that's equivalent to anywhere from 15-30 pints. FOR FRIZZ-EE. the only way i could've gotten a better deal is if it was some kind of stripper tree and it rained dollar bills when shaken.
also, here are some bullet points to read:
*my kids like them, which is awesome.
*i can put them in smoothies and pancakes and a whole host of other stuff.
*they are free.
*i will be trying out my new garage-saled dehydrator to see if i can't make some kind of mulberry raisins. (mulaisins? sounds ethnic.)
*i may also be making some mulberry jam to take to the neighbors as a sort of please-don't-hate-me-for-not-cutting-down-those-trees-because-see?-it's-worth-having-them-around peace offering.
oh yes, believe you me: i will be out there berrying until there are none left... or until i get dive-bombed by a bird; it took my mom a really long time to recover from that incident, and i don't want to put my family through that.
*todd's mom brought up a really good point that has me rethinking just how awesome mulberry trees are - when birds mulberry-crap on your clotheslined laundry, it's ruined...so they're kind of hindering my laura ingalls-ing now by preventing me from line-drying my clothes. i have found myself in quite a conundrum. what should i do?
what the crap, you ask.
i will tell you. but first i have to back up and tell you a little story about mulberry trees.
your neighbors or your mom will probably tell you something about mulberry trees, but they are wrong.* they will say they are basically really tall, annoying weeds. and that they're a nuisance. and that they spread like... crazy (i was about to insert a very inappropriate tara reid joke). and that when birds eat mulberries, their crap turns purple and stains stuff and helps spread MORE mulberry trees. but i say NAY. (actually, the parts about them spreading and the bird poop are true. but i say purple blotches of bird poop all over my deck is festive. sort of.)
my neighbors gave me this whole song-and-dance. and before i knew the gloriousness that is the mulberry tree, i actually believed them. and cut one down with my own two hands. (actually, i oversaw the cutting down of one by my husband with my own two eyes.) but in my defense, it was growing through our arbor (yes, we have an arbor, how old-person are we?!) and would've taken that spindly-by-comparison thing down in no time. so i'm okay with it. but luckily for our sakes, i left two standing, much to the chagrine of my neighbors. so now we're basically 'those people' in our neighborhood, but whatevs.
what's so awesome (and worthy of neighborhood shunning) about mulberry trees, you ask.
i will tell you. they are free food.
they don't have to be weeded or sprayed or maintained at. all. they are sun-ripened, chemical-free, organic free food. and in comparison to the non-free kind of berries, even the non-organic kind, that's a pretty great deal. and if you know me at all, you will know that i LOVE a deal, as well as the opportunity to play laura ingalls.
which is how i found myself climbing a tree the other day and shaking what its mama gave it. i just spread a bunch of old sheets out on the ground around it (watch out - mulberries permanently dye whatever they touch) and went to town shaking that puppy and watching it rain mulberries. and between two days and two trees, i have so far gathered about 10 pounds - shut up! i googled the math on it, and that's equivalent to anywhere from 15-30 pints. FOR FRIZZ-EE. the only way i could've gotten a better deal is if it was some kind of stripper tree and it rained dollar bills when shaken.
also, here are some bullet points to read:
*my kids like them, which is awesome.
*i can put them in smoothies and pancakes and a whole host of other stuff.
*they are free.
*i will be trying out my new garage-saled dehydrator to see if i can't make some kind of mulberry raisins. (mulaisins? sounds ethnic.)
*i may also be making some mulberry jam to take to the neighbors as a sort of please-don't-hate-me-for-not-cutting-down-those-trees-because-see?-it's-worth-having-them-around peace offering.
oh yes, believe you me: i will be out there berrying until there are none left... or until i get dive-bombed by a bird; it took my mom a really long time to recover from that incident, and i don't want to put my family through that.
*todd's mom brought up a really good point that has me rethinking just how awesome mulberry trees are - when birds mulberry-crap on your clotheslined laundry, it's ruined...so they're kind of hindering my laura ingalls-ing now by preventing me from line-drying my clothes. i have found myself in quite a conundrum. what should i do?
'member that time?
hey, 'member that time when i was little and my mom told me that the actor who played peewee herman got arrested? and 'member how i was all shocked but she told me that he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time? and 'member how i found out later that...well, that he was actually arrested for being kind of a perv?
here's to remembering a simpler time:
here's to remembering a simpler time:
FINALLY!!!!
so, as of 6:00 pm last night, we officially have internet.
at our house.
it's the dawning of a new era. one in which we can live, eat, sleep and read design*sponge all in the same place. on in which i don't have to sit in my car in the mcd's parking lot and mistaken for some kind of pervo watching the drive-thru guy. one in which my blog reader does not have 1200 unread blogs from the last three months of sitting there, unloved and unread.
it feels good. atticus is pretty excited about it, too, from what i can gather - he's gone around all evening pretending to 'fix peeter.' (fix the computer. i have subsequently named our computer 'peter' as a result.)
at our house.
it's the dawning of a new era. one in which we can live, eat, sleep and read design*sponge all in the same place. on in which i don't have to sit in my car in the mcd's parking lot and mistaken for some kind of pervo watching the drive-thru guy. one in which my blog reader does not have 1200 unread blogs from the last three months of sitting there, unloved and unread.
it feels good. atticus is pretty excited about it, too, from what i can gather - he's gone around all evening pretending to 'fix peeter.' (fix the computer. i have subsequently named our computer 'peter' as a result.)
i'm not ashamed of the hot dogs, i'm not ashamed of the ones i love.
(if you don't know that song, the title is probably weird. and also, if you do know that song, the title is still probably weird - and maybe even borderline blasphemous - but at least has some kind of context.)
i have to say, for the last couple of months, since discovering my food sensitivities, food has gotten to be kind of boring. actually, really boring - the kind of boring that's pronounced 'BO-ring' and said while your eyes get really big and you tip your head back. that kind of boring. i mean, there are really only so many rice crackers and rice cakes and rice tortillas and rice breads and rice waffles that a person can eat. don't get me wrong - i'm actually developing a loyalty to the versatility of the humble grain of rice. but still - it can get old.
(on a side note, i really think i'm turning into a grain of rice with a face. maybe rice-wrapped sushi? preferably a philadelphia roll, those things are gewd. and as a human-sized roll of sushi, i'll get a job as the mascot for some sushi place and sing that 'turning japanese' song to all the guests and they will cheer and chant my name and i will wave chopsticks around in the air like trophies. also...huh?)
anyway, i guess i should get back to my main point: eating = boring. as a result, i don't do it very often. as a result, i'm dropping poundage like a british person at a 70-million-percent-off sale at 'bloody wanker hat and cap store.' (sorry, i'm delirious from the no-eating thing, but it is a funny joke if you take a second to think about it.) which would be fine, except i don't really need to lose weight and also my boobs have gone missing.
so, because i am trying to bribe my boobs to come home, and also because i read somewhere once that if you don't eat you'll die, i decided to eat breakfast AND lunch the other day. (baby steps, bob.) and to motivate myself to eat lunch, i did something i would never have done otherwise: i atea hot dog TWO delicious, albeit over-microwaved-and-therefore-slightly-tough-and-shriveled hot dogs.
now, before you judge me, i must say that because of my limited food options, even your standard weiners don't make the cut for me to eat. because of this, i have to be kind of a hot dog snob, and so they were all-beef, certified-kosher, twice-as-expensive, god-won't-smite-you-for-eating-this-even-if-you're-jewish-but-cancer-isn't-so-forgiving-even-to-the-jews-so-you're-still-tempting-death-by-eating-this-thing hot dogs. but hot dogs they were, nonetheless.
and can i please say that they were delicious and i will probably be eating hot dogs every day for lunch from now untileternity next week when i get bored with them?
although, i did wash them down with a leftover shake from hickory park, which must have had corn syrup in it, so i got sick anyway and i should have just made myself a giant pita and a bowl of popcorn and really done it up right. i mean, a leftover shake isn't really worth feeling like this...but popcorn and a pita are.
maybe, since i'm sick already, i'll go make some popcorn right now. if i don't blog ever again, you'll know it was death by popcorn-provoked squirrely intestines, so...unpleasant but not entirely unworth it.
*post edit: i ate the popcorn. and you know that thing where you build something up in your mind as being the awesomest, and then you do whatever drastic thing it takes to get that thing, but then you're all like, eh? the popcorn was not worth dying over. at. all.
i have to say, for the last couple of months, since discovering my food sensitivities, food has gotten to be kind of boring. actually, really boring - the kind of boring that's pronounced 'BO-ring' and said while your eyes get really big and you tip your head back. that kind of boring. i mean, there are really only so many rice crackers and rice cakes and rice tortillas and rice breads and rice waffles that a person can eat. don't get me wrong - i'm actually developing a loyalty to the versatility of the humble grain of rice. but still - it can get old.
(on a side note, i really think i'm turning into a grain of rice with a face. maybe rice-wrapped sushi? preferably a philadelphia roll, those things are gewd. and as a human-sized roll of sushi, i'll get a job as the mascot for some sushi place and sing that 'turning japanese' song to all the guests and they will cheer and chant my name and i will wave chopsticks around in the air like trophies. also...huh?)
anyway, i guess i should get back to my main point: eating = boring. as a result, i don't do it very often. as a result, i'm dropping poundage like a british person at a 70-million-percent-off sale at 'bloody wanker hat and cap store.' (sorry, i'm delirious from the no-eating thing, but it is a funny joke if you take a second to think about it.) which would be fine, except i don't really need to lose weight and also my boobs have gone missing.
so, because i am trying to bribe my boobs to come home, and also because i read somewhere once that if you don't eat you'll die, i decided to eat breakfast AND lunch the other day. (baby steps, bob.) and to motivate myself to eat lunch, i did something i would never have done otherwise: i ate
now, before you judge me, i must say that because of my limited food options, even your standard weiners don't make the cut for me to eat. because of this, i have to be kind of a hot dog snob, and so they were all-beef, certified-kosher, twice-as-expensive, god-won't-smite-you-for-eating-this-even-if-you're-jewish-but-cancer-isn't-so-forgiving-even-to-the-jews-so-you're-still-tempting-death-by-eating-this-thing hot dogs. but hot dogs they were, nonetheless.
and can i please say that they were delicious and i will probably be eating hot dogs every day for lunch from now until
although, i did wash them down with a leftover shake from hickory park, which must have had corn syrup in it, so i got sick anyway and i should have just made myself a giant pita and a bowl of popcorn and really done it up right. i mean, a leftover shake isn't really worth feeling like this...but popcorn and a pita are.
maybe, since i'm sick already, i'll go make some popcorn right now. if i don't blog ever again, you'll know it was death by popcorn-provoked squirrely intestines, so...unpleasant but not entirely unworth it.
*post edit: i ate the popcorn. and you know that thing where you build something up in your mind as being the awesomest, and then you do whatever drastic thing it takes to get that thing, but then you're all like, eh? the popcorn was not worth dying over. at. all.
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