Transformers go boom and nasty fish is nasty.
And I don't mean the cool little transformers that turn from a car into a robot, I mean the transformers that make the power go out when they go boom. I spent literally 10 hours in the dark yesterday because not one, but TWO transformers on our street decided to crap. One by exploding, the other by leaking something. Either way, both of them had to be replaced. Either way, the house still got up to 82* when we normally keep it at 73*. Even in a cami and shorts I was still sticky and gross, and I bought that fan from the Japan pavilion for a prop, thankyouverymuch.
It makes me wonder if I have too many candles in my room since I was able to light our whole living room with them.
I'm pathetically dependent upon electricity. Every single thing I thought about to do was followed by "...dammit."
To top it all off when the crews were on the street replacing the boxes, a big storm was rumbling in from the north. Imagine the three of us standing at the window watching them work from across the street.
Dad: "Watch. They'll get it in, the power will come on and then a lightning bolt will go BZZZZNTH."
*thunder rumble*
Mom: "Nooooooooo stay away no! Work, electricity men, WORK!"
Nasty fish is nasty: because it is. Today we experimented for dinner by grilling salmon that we got at Costco. We do not know how to grill salmon. I don't think it's supposed to have white stuff on top of it that looks like cottage cheese when you bring it to the table. I chose this entry's icon because that's what I did when I saw the nasty. I was picking at mine along with my parents while my uncle is there going OM NOM NOM NOM. I keep wondering if he noticed me staring at him like o_o.
As a result of only having broccoli and a salad for dinner, my stomach was ready to attack me by about 7:30 tonight and I was gonna die. I find out via IM that my mom is hungry, too (yes, we talk to each other via IM when we're in the same room just so we don't bother my dad when he's watching something on TV. It's perfectly normal.), and then it went down like this:
"Uh.... HAY DAD?" :D
"What?"
"Since you didn't care for dinner too much, either... you wouldn't happen to be hungry, would ya?" :DD
"........yes."
"I say Taco Bell yes yes?" :D
"You and your mom go to Taco Bell. I'll just eat some peanut butter or something."
But he caved and ordered four crunchy tacos before we walked out the door. XD
So we went and got Taco Bell and then had our own OM NOM NOM NOM in a flurry if sauce packets and taco wrappers.
The moral of the story is: If it doesn't come in the form of a stick, it is meant for a restaurant.
It makes me wonder if I have too many candles in my room since I was able to light our whole living room with them.
I'm pathetically dependent upon electricity. Every single thing I thought about to do was followed by "...dammit."
To top it all off when the crews were on the street replacing the boxes, a big storm was rumbling in from the north. Imagine the three of us standing at the window watching them work from across the street.
Dad: "Watch. They'll get it in, the power will come on and then a lightning bolt will go BZZZZNTH."
*thunder rumble*
Mom: "Nooooooooo stay away no! Work, electricity men, WORK!"
Nasty fish is nasty: because it is. Today we experimented for dinner by grilling salmon that we got at Costco. We do not know how to grill salmon. I don't think it's supposed to have white stuff on top of it that looks like cottage cheese when you bring it to the table. I chose this entry's icon because that's what I did when I saw the nasty. I was picking at mine along with my parents while my uncle is there going OM NOM NOM NOM. I keep wondering if he noticed me staring at him like o_o.
As a result of only having broccoli and a salad for dinner, my stomach was ready to attack me by about 7:30 tonight and I was gonna die. I find out via IM that my mom is hungry, too (yes, we talk to each other via IM when we're in the same room just so we don't bother my dad when he's watching something on TV. It's perfectly normal.), and then it went down like this:
"Uh.... HAY DAD?" :D
"What?"
"Since you didn't care for dinner too much, either... you wouldn't happen to be hungry, would ya?" :DD
"........yes."
"I say Taco Bell yes yes?" :D
"You and your mom go to Taco Bell. I'll just eat some peanut butter or something."
But he caved and ordered four crunchy tacos before we walked out the door. XD
So we went and got Taco Bell and then had our own OM NOM NOM NOM in a flurry if sauce packets and taco wrappers.
The moral of the story is: If it doesn't come in the form of a stick, it is meant for a restaurant.