When I was talking to Mom and Dad last night, I told them that the bun in the oven was revenge for using my sponge to clean the toilet. shinigumi had printed out my post to show them, so they already knew I'd been thinking about it. You know how I mentioned that Mom still assures me that she'd never used it before? She did again, last night ( Read more... )

The trista: You have a least favorite scent? Tell me about it.

dawnshine: It has low notes of yuck. So it starts with eew and ends with oh my god.

*phone beeps with text message from dawnshine, alerting me to the fact that I have now lost the game*

"Happy Tuesday, Loser!"

*ring ring*

dawnshine: Hallo!

The trista: It's Wednesday. Loser.

dawnshine: Oh yeah. Huh.

The trista: *shriek*

dawnshine ( Read more... )

This is what happens when someone has known me all her life.

The trista: Um, A?

dawnshine: Yeah.

The trista: And B.

dawnshine: Yeah.

And it made total sense to both of us.

So the other day The fontosaurus and I were talking about the horror that is syrup. He was telling me about a pancake that can absorb up to two gallons of the horrid goop.

The trista: Syrup is vile. It is an abomination. A crime against god and nature.

The fontosaurus: Syrup is wonderful! A pancake is merely the vessel for the syrup.

The trista: Why would you defile ( Read more... )