Hey y’all… long time no see. Erm.. I guess I haven’t really ever *seen* any of you, per se, nor am I qualified to say “y’all” seeing as I’m from way up north, but if you’ve been reading for longer than a day, or at least since the copyright Oreo cake post, you’ll know that I’m not one to follow the rules.
Oh, who am I kidding… I’m a regulation goodie-two-shoes.
In other news… my way of boycotting BP is by refusing to put gas in my new car. Oh, wait! That’s cuz I don’t know how! Don’t get me wrong- I DO know how, I’m just intimidated by the whole process. That nozzle thingamajig is really heavy and I’m afraid of dropping it and spilling $2.799 worth of gas on the ground. Or worse, someone lighting a cigarette and blowing up the whole station. Fun fact: that’s the only scene I’ve seen from Zoolander. And it’s made my irrational fear of pumping gas all too real. Sob, sob.
I personally think they should attach mops to some of those trained dolphins and whales at SeaWorld and let ‘em clean it all up.
I hope you know I’m totally kidding. I love sea creatures. ‘Specially whales. =D
I’ve become addicted to microwave popcorn. But not just ANY microwave popcorn!
I’m a little more complex than that.
As illustrated by the handy though not-drawn-to-scale visual, I take a bag of Orville Redenbacher’s SmartPop! and top it with a little salt and plenty of grated parmesan cheese. I’m Italian- I put parmesan on everything. The good stuff that comes in a wedge. I’m sure regular old Kraft cheese would be okay, but please DON’T use this stuff:
You want milk to be part of the ingredient list. And yes, I eat an entire bag of this stuff as part of my lunch. It’s light popcorn, I don’t add any additional butter, and it tastes really delicious. And mildly addicting.
But there are worst things to be addicted to.