truths
this post is about truths. one truth is that sarah has infected adriel with what she has. this was no more evident than on our road trip last april when sarah and i were saying in deep gravely voices "it is NOT their time!" (which all began in 100 mile house with amy and pink lady apples) and adriel joined in with an appropriate voice of his own. the truth is sarah and adriel are pea and pod.
the truth is i washed my whites long ago. i don't even remember the day. but it wasn't this week. at first i dressed in front of the dryer each day. then in a desperate search for socks i dumped what was left on my bed. last night i was falling asleep with my lapdogtop on my chest. i slumped it over on top of my pile of whites and the truth is, this morning my electronic pet was labouring and hot.
the truth is katie gave me some of her old pots because brent got her new pots for christmas. i tried out the smallest one on wednesday morning. i made oatmeal. well i put the oatmeal on the stove with some water, turned the burner on to high and meandered back to a lounging position on my bed and continued making googly eyes at my lapdogtop. i jumped up when i smelled smoke. the truth is i don't think my smoke alarm works. what's neat about katie's pot is that my burnt oatmeal was in no way sticking to it! i just scooped it into the garbage and it barely needs to be warshed!
the truth is, i then took one of my other pots to make more oatmeal because a girl cannot live on electronic love alone. then i promptly almost burnt it again. this time i caught it in time to salvage it and proceeded to make the best peanutbutter maple syrup oatmeal known to man. it's true.
the truth is i really don't like cleaning out the kitty litter.
the truth is i've eaten more cheese this week than is safe.
the truth is i'm feeling a little giddy and there's no one to be giddy with so i'm being giddy with you and the world wide web.
the truth is i washed my whites long ago. i don't even remember the day. but it wasn't this week. at first i dressed in front of the dryer each day. then in a desperate search for socks i dumped what was left on my bed. last night i was falling asleep with my lap
the truth is katie gave me some of her old pots because brent got her new pots for christmas. i tried out the smallest one on wednesday morning. i made oatmeal. well i put the oatmeal on the stove with some water, turned the burner on to high and meandered back to a lounging position on my bed and continued making googly eyes at my lap
the truth is, i then took one of my other pots to make more oatmeal because a girl cannot live on electronic love alone. then i promptly almost burnt it again. this time i caught it in time to salvage it and proceeded to make the best peanutbutter maple syrup oatmeal known to man. it's true.
the truth is i really don't like cleaning out the kitty litter.
the truth is i've eaten more cheese this week than is safe.
the truth is i'm feeling a little giddy and there's no one to be giddy with so i'm being giddy with you and the world wide web.
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