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What life is like at our house:
Dec. 23rd, 2006 04:08 pmI have this refrigerator magnet of Lilith, that I really loved. I got it from one of those hippy catalogs you get in the mail sometimes, Northern Sun if I'm not mistaken. A week ago, H dropped it and it broke in several pieces. Of course, I was bummed.
Since then, 2 plastic chip clips (different ones I bought at different times) have fallen apart in my hand during routine use. I wondered vaguely if the plastic gods were mad at me, even though there are no plastic gods. Last night, my salt & pepper grinder did the same thing. It made a little crunch and then fell apart in my hand. I'm so bummed, that was a gift from H I've had over 5 years. Then again, five years is pretty good for something you use every single day. Now if I want pepper (I do keep ground salt in the house as well as the rock) I have to bust out a mortar and pestle...which is a lot of work just for pepper on my scrambled eggs.
H wanted waffles, so I told him we needed some buttermilk. I mean, how the hell else do you make waffles? He brought home a half gallon. A half gallon. I have no idea what else to do with all this buttermilk and am totally open to suggestions. I bet there's a bread I could make with it if I can find a good recipe.
Our bathtub was backed up today with some kind of gunk. It messed up our toilet as well, maintenance was giving me shit about coming out. I told them they could wait until tomorrow if they'd rather fix my toilet on Xmas eve. He's on his way right now.
Also, I blame Stephen Colbert for my newfound love of The Decemberists.
Since then, 2 plastic chip clips (different ones I bought at different times) have fallen apart in my hand during routine use. I wondered vaguely if the plastic gods were mad at me, even though there are no plastic gods. Last night, my salt & pepper grinder did the same thing. It made a little crunch and then fell apart in my hand. I'm so bummed, that was a gift from H I've had over 5 years. Then again, five years is pretty good for something you use every single day. Now if I want pepper (I do keep ground salt in the house as well as the rock) I have to bust out a mortar and pestle...which is a lot of work just for pepper on my scrambled eggs.
H wanted waffles, so I told him we needed some buttermilk. I mean, how the hell else do you make waffles? He brought home a half gallon. A half gallon. I have no idea what else to do with all this buttermilk and am totally open to suggestions. I bet there's a bread I could make with it if I can find a good recipe.
Our bathtub was backed up today with some kind of gunk. It messed up our toilet as well, maintenance was giving me shit about coming out. I told them they could wait until tomorrow if they'd rather fix my toilet on Xmas eve. He's on his way right now.
Also, I blame Stephen Colbert for my newfound love of The Decemberists.
