Why do we need Gas Station T.V.? All it did was get me all confused when I was trying to answer all the questions just to be able to pump the gas. I put the credit card strip in facing the wrong way, I punched in the wrong zip code cause I couldn't hear the beeping of the thing accepting each number. By the way, our zip code is now 94111116. I pressed the “yes” button for a receipt. I didn’t want a receipt, but Mr. Gas-Station-TV-Anchor-Guy’s rambling totally threw me off my game.
Then, once I’d finished and was putting on my gloves and stuff, guess what I hear from Mr.-Gas-Station-TV-Anchor-Guy say? “Don’t forget to come inside and check out our fall line of snacks and beverages!” For real? I had no idea that snacks and beverages had a season; did you?
Well, Thanksgiving is just about here.
Thanksgiving, scooter-style!
Again, like past years, I went in search of plain bread cubes for Mom’s Stuffing recipe. Again, I came up empty-handed…so like last year, I’m making my own cube-ees:
It feels kind of rednecky, but it works so well. That thar dehumidifier makes rock-hard bread cubes in a matter of hours!
The other day I took the little dog to the beach. Check it out:
Art can be such a subjective thing, right? So now I’m wondering, who or what do you think made this? A child? A serial killer? A wicked-smart seagull?
If it were a child, I’d give him /her points for composition, but definitely think they need therapy. If it were a serial killer; what are you doing out of prison? If it were a seagull, I’m not walking on that beach anymore!
This little girl just loves her mama! Okay, she just wants the food that mama is playing with to fall on the floor…
Later!
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