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Today is cold and overcast here, which is lovely as it was sunny and I was in short sleeves yesterday. =/ I would just like a little consistency with my weather, instead of this 30s to 78 bee ess we've had. THAT IS WEIRD TO ME.

The Walking Dead is back, as are my recaps. (Whee!) Oh man, am I happy this show is back. (And Southland comes back Wednesday!!)

In whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? news, I spent all day Saturday with the in laws (YES THERE WERE CARROT DIMES HANG ON) who didn't let us know that they were essentially inviting the neighbors over for dinner, too. And evidently they have dinner parties all the time? And one of the neighbors told my daughter that "your grandparents get wild!" AND I HAD A HEART ATTACK AND AM NOW DEAD.

Wait, no, I'm not because there's more. The next door neighbor lady made CLAPPY HANDS when she saw that there were carrot dimes. (TWO. BOWLS. Two. One for each end of the table!)

I left wondering if up was indeed down. If dogs and cats were in fact living together. MASS HYSTERIA.

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soberloki
Feb. 11th, 2013 08:56 pm (UTC)
OK, I'll admit carrot dimes run me right back to Grandma's house and all of those overcooked roasts of beef with glue for gravy (OMG), but I do love roasted carrots. With garlic and butter and a bit of dill and mixed with roasted potatoes and fresh green beans and hey, I'm hungry. I may now be making this for dinner.

In other news, I am nearly forty years old and had never before heard about potato-roasting nails. Apparently, Jay knew about this all along, but I had never heard of it and refused to believe him until he went to Amazon and proved it by showing me packaged stainless steel nails intended to be hammered into a potato. I say, my flabber is gasted.

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Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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