...I'm sorry, what? That's a thing? That happens to people? Normal, non-hoarding, reasonably clean people?
Thank GOD our brunch was all via stovetop. I'm traumatized- though probably not half as traumatized as I'll be once we catch the unholy beast.
Saturday night we celebrated my grandparents' 60th anniversary. 60 years! When we asked my grandma how she got my grandpa to go out with her she replied, "I was a shameless hussy." 'Atta girl.
|Bar lighting is quite flattering on humanoids.|
After dinner my cousins and I went to play pool at a bar and I tried really hard to come off as the kind of girl who plays pool at bars. Mostly I made myself look like an idiot by trying to chalk my stick with hand chalk (there's a dirty joke in there somewhere). Fortunately the middle-aged group at the table next to us was too busy gawking at our skinny jeans to notice. Unfortunately my little cousin has an iPhone and shamelessly posted said blunder to the interwebs.
In anyone reading this has any tips for restoring our oven once the beast is caught I'd be glad to hear them!