triumph
at long last i have stumbled upon a supermarket on thirty-fifth and third, and i bought crispix! no longer shall i drag myself out of bed in the morning at an ungodly hour to rush down to the caf to eat a tiny little packet of frosty flakes or a mammoth danish! i have my own cereal! and my own milk!
the only downside is, i have a thing of coupons in my purse that feels like it belongs to somebody else.
the only downside is, i have a thing of coupons in my purse that feels like it belongs to somebody else.
posted by fudge at 1:56 PM
7 Comments:
Ahoy! Enjoy yar gold doubloons and stolen booty, Pirate cap'n of them thar High Seas!
Seriously - if any blogger should be required to talk like a pirate, it's Fudge. Look at your blog's name!!
But I don't wanna be a pirate!
So there is life on this planet after all....
Put bread in. Press button. When you hear :::DING!:::, remove bread with something other than fingers. If you don't hear a ding, place plug in socket and begin from Step 2.
I was kidding... and I'm a "he" not a "she". In Israel, we'd make eggs and pancakes in a sandwich maker, and my family has always made pizza, muffins, tuna melts, fries, and other assorted goodies in a toaster.
With a toaster, a sandwich maker, and a Foreman, you can make just about anything! (Until WITS confiscated them...)
Moe's got a sandwich maker at WITS. Dunno if he uses it.
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