LOL I've gotten all the whinging out of me. My dad needs furniture and he says the entertainment center would work really well for him. Made a couple hundred bucks back there. Took my rainy-day coin-fund and turns out I'd saved up quite a bit there, which will help ease my pain. Roommate felt bad that all my best intentions have preposterously blown-up in my face, so he volunteered to buy a TV stand for, like, $100. Fine by me. Couches are put back together for the most part. That's right, I got the leg back today. I didn't even need to say anything. I just had to do the arms-up-in-the-air "what the Hell", and then let them fall dramatically so they hit my shorts, and the guy gave me the couch leg back. Just waiting on the cushions; they were solid as a rock, which was my mistake, so I'm just having them softened and everything will return to normal. But if I ever don't have furniture at some point in the future, in a worst-case type scenario, I will keep in mind the mount-to-the-ceiling trick. I did my best, and learned some valuable expensive lessons. God forbid I need to build an ark at some point. We'll be up to our chest in water and my guy will still be saying "call back tomorrow, and we'll have those ark oars for ya".
"Did the barista draw a lopsided heart in your venti, non-fat latte with caramel drizzle?" made for a good laugh! I don't have any whinging remarks but I do have some irony. I'm here up in the first world, having all the luxuries one could think off, even don't have to work because I'm on welfare. But somehow I got dealt the card of depression so I can't enjoy any of it. O, I actually do have a few wishes. I'd wish I had a scooter with a license to go with it, so I don't have to bike everywhere (max. 30 minutes there and back) and I'd wish I'd have a sauna so I wouldn't have to worry about other people disturbing my rest when being steamed like a pig
I've given up alcohol for the duration, and sure wanted a glass of red wine when W made some wonderful spaghetti, with homegrown basil even. But I'll get by. Truth is, with the pandemic raging and the protests going on, a few miles from home, I feel like I'm living in a bubble of comfort. Can't complain much, really.
This first week back in work has felt like a lifetime, so like the wuss I am I’ve made up some lame excuse and booked Monday off.
All the bacon is gone. I didn't even want to use it today, but it was used anyway. I was saving that bacon. What a depressing yet flavorful moment.
Th This is like a modern day version of the poem This is just to say by WCW. I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
My Fitness Pal tells you off if it deems you haven’t consumed enough...but doesn’t do anything if you’ve eaten more than you should. Annoying.
Put it directly on the oven rack, which I recommend doing anyways, unless it's a flimsy homemade pie that might cave in on itself.
I have grated cheese on my pizzas. I don't know what you have on yours. Too much light in that particular image, it seems. My tablet isn't very good at taking pictures, but it's much quicker than uploading all the photos from my cameras memory.
Then burn my hands trying to get it out, whilst it rips in two? ETA: Perhaps I am being overly distrustful of store bought pizza.
Cut it in half and finagle the halves. Sort of cock them sideways if that makes sense. I make a whole pizza fit in my tiny convection oven that way.
I highly recommend investing in some. Many applications, inside and outside the kitchen. You never know when you'll have to retrieve something from behind the radiator, or have to reach something in the back of tall shelf.
They removed the free monkey bars at the local park. Why? Dunno, but it sucks nonetheless. Where the heck am I going to do pull-ups now?
