Here is a reason why my mum is annoying:
She has labelled ALL OVER the Cocopops box. We don't eat Cocopops much because mum is anti sugar/fun.
It now says: Cocopops MUST be eaten with Cornflakes or Weetbix otherwise I won't be purchasing anymore due to the HIGH sugar content.
I just ate a Cocopop with neither, Mum. Stick that in your pipe.
...Please don't tell?
Yes I have been slow with updates (I have some drafts almost finished, promise). BUT! This is a very important moment. Why? Because with a tiny sandwich, I have demonstrated the gradual development of my maturity. Here's how:
Old Me Sandwich
Bread: Two pieces of bread, straight from the loaf.
Meat: Microwaved soggy chicken schnitzel. Trade-off of less time for quality. Seemed worth it.
Vegetables: Are you serious?
Extras: Thought about extras, did not bother getting any.
Enjoyment: Meh, was better than eating biscuits for lunch.
Other: Did not wash dishes.
New Me Sandwich
Bread: (I searched for Turkish bread or focaccia first.) Two pieces of bread, lightly buttered and grilled. Note: I USED THE FREAKIN GRILL. Big steps for me.
Meat: Oven-cooked chicken schnitzel in the oven for twenty-five minutes. It was crunchy. Definitely worth the wait.
Vegetables: Fresh rocket lettuce.
Extras: Mayonnaise, salt and pepper.
Enjoyment: Thoroughly enjoyed.
Other: Did not wash dishes. Pfft, that's not an ingredient to a good sandwich.
Now I know that I'm no super chef and won't be having any success in a restaurant any time soon, but it's massive for me. So there. ALSO, on the subject of cooking, my new favourite show is "Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares". The dude honestly says the F word more than somebody with Tourette's. I counted 28 between ad breaks once.
Yehhhh, that's a good BBQ unit...WHY DOESN'T MINE LOOK LIKE THAT?
... you idiot, that's a sandwich, it has nothing to do with barbeques. Way to misuse a quote.
Don't bag me, or my inner monologue. Bizznatch.
Happy Bissextile Day!
Apparently, there is a tradition that on leap days, woman may make a proposal of marriage to men. Wikipedia tells me that in "1288 the Scottish parliament under Queen Margaret legislated that any woman could propose in Leap Year...Another component of this tradition was that if the man rejects the proposal, he should soften the blow by providing a kiss, one pound currency, and a pair of gloves (some later sources say a silk gown)." How awesome is that?
Lady: "Will you marry me?"
Man: "Sorry love, but here's a dollar - buy yourself something nice - and some old gloves I found in the dumpster. Wanna make out?"
Happy birthday to all my "leaplings" out there. That means you Ja Rule.
Peace out.
