Fair warning: not only am I drinking a Newcastle, but it’s 1:30 am, and I just got home from work (which came directly after a boring, boring class), so I will probably go off on weird, confusing, perhaps even misspelled tangents tonight.
1) I remembered the other Cool-Ass Shizz I wanted to mention: baking soda. All hail the baking soda! Firstly, because you can clean every damn thing in your house by mixing it with vinegar, making awesome little volcanoes of scrubbing goodness everywhere. Kids love it. But mainly because I have discovered that baking soda can be a Key to Good Skin. I’ve been (gently) scrubbing my face with it every night, and my skin is magically clearer and softer and generally healthier. E insists it’s the 3-mile-a-day walking, but that just makes me sweaty and gross, which is bad for the skin. It’s definitely the baking soda.
2)I was reading over at Linda’s blog — BTW, if you haven’t tried her spicy salad, go do so. Come back once you’ve finished. It is SO GOOD! And healthy! Revolutionary salad! I made my own super-ghetto salsa to go with it (chopped up red pepper, tomato, and onion soaked in a little Italian dressing, making it not salsa in the least, except in my world), and I couldn’t stop eating it. — anyway, over there she posted about her anniversary and going away for the weekend. I need a romantic anniversary this year, but since we’ll just be getting back from vacation two days before and it’s midweek, I highly doubt that’ll happen. I’ll settle for a nap. I was thinking, though, how much fun my honeymoon was, and how it was also unsettling since Boyo was 1 when we got married, and I was still breastfeeding and had to, well, expel some milk into the bathroom sink. For comfort reasons. Now THAT is a romantic honeymoon. Squirting breastmilk in the sink.
3)Driving home tonight I saw a man wearing rubber Wellington-type knee-high boots and baggy denim shorts walking along with a hiking stick. On the highway. At 1 a.m.
At the gas station today, I saw two middle-aged men rocking out loud to Snoop.
The other day at the gas station down the road from that one, a chicken was standing outside the door. A live, pecking-at-the-ground chicken.
Could these things be the signs of some sort of pending apocalypse?
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