ethnicity FAIL
We don't have a decent potato peeler in the house. How do we not have a decent potato peeler in the house? We just have a mildly terrible Ikea one and a metal one that is now in the trash for being absolutely useless.
OH MY GOD YOU GUYS I'M AFRAID TO LOOK OUTSIDE IN CASE MY SCOTCH-IRISH ANCESTORS ARE WAITING TO KILL ME.
... granted, half the household is now on the terrifying zero carb diet, but still.
Spent some quality time at work arguing/soothing/beating my head fruitlessly against a wall with one of Our Dudes, who has taken it into his head that his shoes aren't his. Because they don't fit him. Because, and this is the part where his reality and, let us say, Earth-normal reality diverge, he keeps flexing his toes straight up in the air. There I was practically begging him to relax his toes for just one stinking second and he was like NO MY SOCKS THESE ARE NOT MY SOCKS -- WHO TOLD YOU THESE SHOES WERE MY SHOES???
On the bright side, Our English Dude is back to normal?
RANDOM DRABBLE TIME!
"Have you tried Williams' coffee yet?" said Kono. "I hear his old place used to call it salvation coffee, because the first thing you say is --"
Steve took a sip. "Jesus Christ."
He poured the rest of it into the sink and bellowed, "Williams! Do you call that coffee? I've had better coffee at a Marine base!"
"Hey, princess, if you can't drink coffee like a man, don't come whining to me," said Danny, poking his head out of his office. Hole. Office. It was like the Danny-cave.
"No," said Steve, "You make coffee worse than Marines."
"You big baby," said Danny.
OH MY GOD YOU GUYS I'M AFRAID TO LOOK OUTSIDE IN CASE MY SCOTCH-IRISH ANCESTORS ARE WAITING TO KILL ME.
... granted, half the household is now on the terrifying zero carb diet, but still.
Spent some quality time at work arguing/soothing/beating my head fruitlessly against a wall with one of Our Dudes, who has taken it into his head that his shoes aren't his. Because they don't fit him. Because, and this is the part where his reality and, let us say, Earth-normal reality diverge, he keeps flexing his toes straight up in the air. There I was practically begging him to relax his toes for just one stinking second and he was like NO MY SOCKS THESE ARE NOT MY SOCKS -- WHO TOLD YOU THESE SHOES WERE MY SHOES???
On the bright side, Our English Dude is back to normal?
RANDOM DRABBLE TIME!
"Have you tried Williams' coffee yet?" said Kono. "I hear his old place used to call it salvation coffee, because the first thing you say is --"
Steve took a sip. "Jesus Christ."
He poured the rest of it into the sink and bellowed, "Williams! Do you call that coffee? I've had better coffee at a Marine base!"
"Hey, princess, if you can't drink coffee like a man, don't come whining to me," said Danny, poking his head out of his office. Hole. Office. It was like the Danny-cave.
"No," said Steve, "You make coffee worse than Marines."
"You big baby," said Danny.