I was just about to take my cup of sugary tea, curl up in a corner, and succumb to the battle of the bugs waging a war in my body, when I got my very first request for an autographed cow.
SAD to BAD to GLAD
Sarah Cannell email me your address. The cow is in the mail. You’ve made my Thursday worth living.
I wonder if Picasso is jealous of me now?
I just realized the FringeFamily is deep in the throw of the great potato famine of 2012. I know it’s 2011, but ‘famine of 2011’ doesn’t have the same ring. Besides, if there happens to be a potato famine in 2012, I will be rocketed into the limelight for my spud prediction. Autographed cows will be flying off the shelf.
You wait and see.
Because of the potato famine, I find myself cooking meals with rice and pasta; however, I need potassium. I am low, so naturally I assume my children and husband are also low.
No potatoes = No potassium
Not only am I reeling from no potatoes, but I also have no bananas.
Apparently if one wants to raise their potassium levels, they must grocery shop at regularly scheduled intervals. Right now I’d rather eat the two year-old bag of dried beans over Ramen than go grocery shopping.
It’s one of those days.
I’m sure you’ve all seen this photo, but I think it’s hysterical considering we are buried under several feet of snow in the northeast. We have also sustained temperatures only Eskimos wrapped in seal skins can survive.
If I’ve offended you by mentioning seal skins, try being an Eskimo. That’s all I have to say.