Leftover lemon pound cake in the break room.
I was reading a little news puff piece today about the new Guinness World Record MOST TATTOOED LADY record holder.
Now, most of the time I do have a strict “OH MY GOD! DO NOT READ THE COMMENTS” policy toward comments on internet news stories. But today the comments were RIGHT THERE and the first were unavoidable. So want to guess what the almost-first one was?
Yeah – “She’s going to regret that when she’s old”
I wonder how my life would be if every decision I made was predicated on whether I would regret it when I was old?
Would I have had children? What If I regret not having them when I’m old? But wait! What if they are ungrateful little bastards and I regret having them instead?
What if when I am old I regret working so much? Should I quit my job now?
When I am old, I might regret where I live. Maybe I should just sell my house now and move – but to where? What if I might regret it?
I think I prefer to just live my life in the moment and decide what it is the me I am now wants and just hope that the old lady I become is a cool old lady who understands that life is (or was) what you make it.
Besides… there’s no guarantee of getting old… and living a life I regret now and dying without ever doing anything I “might regret” – well, that would be something to regret.
Dear crazy marketing people that are trying so desperately to sell me yogurt,
No matter how you spin it, if I want a piece of cake or pie, rest assured, a cup of your yogurt with artificial sweetener and chemical flavorings designed to taste vaguely like some kind of cake or pie is NOT going to take care of that craving.
Now, I don’t have a problem with yogurt, per se. But sell it for what it is, folks… goo in a cup. It’s NOT really apple pie a la mode, no matter what you put on the outside.
I’m just sayin’
I love bananas
I love banana flavored things.
Banana bread? yum. Banana pudding? OMG! Banana Liquor? Yeah, I’ll take some of that.
I don’t often eat a plain banana right out of the peel, but that’s good too.
Weirdly, though… if I walk into a room where someone has peeled and is eating a banana, or has recently done so… that smell totally makes me want to gag. It’s WAY up there on my list of disgusting things.
I don’t understand it, but there it is.
Nine hours until the paycheck lands in the ol’ bank account and not a moment too soon.
A large birthday present, Mother’s Day and a Graduation have put things just a little closer to the wire than I usually care to skate.
I like a little cushion in my living paycheck to paycheck, and this last week cushion has been thin on the ground, indeed.
Handily, in 9 hours, all that will be fixed.
Oh, what’s that Mr. mortgage? you want to be paid? Well damn. It starts again
I mean, sure, I like Sushi and various other Japanese foods… but that stuff I can get in the US.
THIS – I cannot!
The Cheese Katsu from McDonald’s Japan.
Cheese in juicy fried pork cutlets and crispy sliced cabbage in a sesame-seasoned bun come with a mix of extremely rich brown sauce and refreshing sweet lemon sauce.
Seriously people, and we get the McRib?!
Oh, wait, no… Solar power doesn’t spill. That’s just the oil.