Just Like Mom
I like a nice frosty beverage from time to time. To accomplish said frostiness, I crack a few cubety-cubes into a nice glass-glass. Nothin’ puts a nice frost into a beverage like a glass. Pour some nummy soda, like Diet Dr. Pepper or Pepsi One, on top of the cubes and wait for that sweet cracking sound. Drink deeply, young one, of this frosty goodness.
The other day I was preparing my frosty beverage and noticed something. Holy shit! I crack me an ice cube tray just like my mom. I bring my right knee – decidedly the right – to a 90 degree angle to support the tray. Twist and crack. Just like my mom. Just like my crazy mom! I am just like my crazy mom!
But then I calmed down. How many ways can you possibly crack an ice cube tray? There aren’t that many. It’s like sayind, “Hey, I breathe oxygen just like my mom, a crazy person, as well.” Shit, man.
In jobbity news, I’m still working as the office gal in the baking factory. They make some great bread there over at Gonnella Baking. I sniff it while reading book after book. Sometimes I mix it up with a crossword puzzle or two. Wordtoyourmother. Try to type without instinctively hitting the space bar. It will screw with you.
From the Dane Cook CD that bro Robby sent to me: Do not float above me while I am dying in the abyss.
Something is scritching at the back door. I’m imagining a devil-forked mutated rat about the size of a cocker spaniel.
Weight loss: Forty Fucking Two Pounds. Boo-yah!
Food Consumed Yesterday: Home-made low-fat berry cheesecake. It’s not as rich as it should be, but it’s low-fat. You can eat more. I also had a corn/polenta/goat cheese/tomato thing. Polenta is the new black. I also went to Pauline’s with P-Jo. Perhaps I also had a Snickers.
Exercise: Cardio and weights today and yest.
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