#037
It feels good to want to cook again. It's way too hot here in the summer to want to stand over a stove and monitor a meal. By the time you're done, you can't even stand to look at hot food, let alone eat it.
I grew up around people who cook well, and who don't worry so much about fat content and cholesterol and carbs and all of that nonsense. There's no such thing as low-fat low-carb fettuccine or cream puffs or baked beans. I retained a lot of that style of cooking, and thus am I fat as hell. But also happy.
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Paulette has this weird habit. She likes to hop up onto one of the lower shelves of the bookcase in the computer room, the shelf that has a lot of Richard's Starriors on it. She'll knock a few of them onto the floor, and then go down there and pick them up and set them down one at a time. I've never had a rabbit before, so I don't know if this type of behavior is normal or not. It probably is. Either way, it's funny as hell.
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One last thing: never let old people have email access. Yesterday my grandmother, bless her heart, sent me ten forwards of those kinda-funny-but-not-really jokes that old people like. Bleh!
I grew up around people who cook well, and who don't worry so much about fat content and cholesterol and carbs and all of that nonsense. There's no such thing as low-fat low-carb fettuccine or cream puffs or baked beans. I retained a lot of that style of cooking, and thus am I fat as hell. But also happy.
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Paulette has this weird habit. She likes to hop up onto one of the lower shelves of the bookcase in the computer room, the shelf that has a lot of Richard's Starriors on it. She'll knock a few of them onto the floor, and then go down there and pick them up and set them down one at a time. I've never had a rabbit before, so I don't know if this type of behavior is normal or not. It probably is. Either way, it's funny as hell.
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One last thing: never let old people have email access. Yesterday my grandmother, bless her heart, sent me ten forwards of those kinda-funny-but-not-really jokes that old people like. Bleh!