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Nov. 18th, 2005 08:31 pmYou know, I had just opened up the window to start this entry when my mom called me over to the TV.
Sons of bitches! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO GET GAMMA.
Come Monday or so, we're supposed to get Tropical Storm Gamma.
What is with this year? It's like the world is going to end.
I have all these pictures of Spam on my phone that I am going to upload (hopefully) when Norton Antivirus is done MAKING MY COMPUTER A SNAIL. Or deep cleaning it, or whatever. Mahoney didn't want to accept my Spam, because my mom bought a four-pack of low-sodium Spam, and he wanted Oven-Roasted Turkey Spam (for Thanksgiving and all, which is next week, HOLY GOD), but on the case it said things like "Spamtastic" and "Spamulous" and "Spamerrific," so he took it.
My mom made this really, really uber decadent chocolate-peanut butter confection and it's absolutely to die for, but it is SO super rich that I'm trying to, you know. Not eat it all over the weekend. 'Cause I go through cakes fast, y'all.
But! The funniest thing happened. Before the hurricane, my momma baked all those cakes and pies and whatnot, and on the Sunday after the storm we wound up bringing some to Talisa's house. Anyway, when I went there on that Tuesday, Melba told me that she didn't even LIKE cake, but she was so in love with the Creamcheese poundcake that she wouldn't let anyone else touch it, and she was like, cursing my mother for making it.
So, today my mom brought my sister over to hang out with Talisa's little sister, Carina, and Melba presented my mother with a bread pudding.
Now, my momma ain't much one for bread pudding. (And lord knows, neither am I.)
But she says this is the best bread pudding she's ever eaten, and as no one else likes it, she's going to have to eat it all herself.
Turnabout is fair play.
We watched Pi in TOK today. It only reinforced my fear of numbers.
Sons of bitches! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO GET GAMMA.
Come Monday or so, we're supposed to get Tropical Storm Gamma.
What is with this year? It's like the world is going to end.
I have all these pictures of Spam on my phone that I am going to upload (hopefully) when Norton Antivirus is done MAKING MY COMPUTER A SNAIL. Or deep cleaning it, or whatever. Mahoney didn't want to accept my Spam, because my mom bought a four-pack of low-sodium Spam, and he wanted Oven-Roasted Turkey Spam (for Thanksgiving and all, which is next week, HOLY GOD), but on the case it said things like "Spamtastic" and "Spamulous" and "Spamerrific," so he took it.
My mom made this really, really uber decadent chocolate-peanut butter confection and it's absolutely to die for, but it is SO super rich that I'm trying to, you know. Not eat it all over the weekend. 'Cause I go through cakes fast, y'all.
But! The funniest thing happened. Before the hurricane, my momma baked all those cakes and pies and whatnot, and on the Sunday after the storm we wound up bringing some to Talisa's house. Anyway, when I went there on that Tuesday, Melba told me that she didn't even LIKE cake, but she was so in love with the Creamcheese poundcake that she wouldn't let anyone else touch it, and she was like, cursing my mother for making it.
So, today my mom brought my sister over to hang out with Talisa's little sister, Carina, and Melba presented my mother with a bread pudding.
Now, my momma ain't much one for bread pudding. (And lord knows, neither am I.)
But she says this is the best bread pudding she's ever eaten, and as no one else likes it, she's going to have to eat it all herself.
Turnabout is fair play.
We watched Pi in TOK today. It only reinforced my fear of numbers.