Zen-Den went to the grocery and bought everything on the list, including cornstarch. This, as he pointed out to me, was a big deal because, as he said: “even five years ago I wouldn’t have known what cornstarch was– and would have bought corn meal instead.”
Congratulations, darling. You’ve passed GROCERY SHOPPING 201, an intermediate level course in advanced shopping techniques wherein husbands learn to buy exactly that which is written on the list.
Isn’t he something? Let’s give it up for the Z-D.
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Influenced by Mad Men [and a bit of nostalgia for my parents], I had a hankering for an Old Fashioned. So I got out the bourbon and the sugar bowl in which I keep sugar cubes and the Angostura Bitters. Then I made myself an Old Fashioned using the last of the bourbon.
While my drink sat on the counter below, as I attempted to put the sugar bowl back onto the cupboard shelf above, in a horrible moment of miscalculation, I knocked the lid off the sugar bowl. It fell onto the counter, shattering into 3 gazillion + 1 pieces, many of which landed in my drink.
Leaving me distraught and drinkless.
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Because of the excessive rain, we’ve not used our screened-in porch as much as we usually do in the summer. However, the other evening there was no rain, so we decided to go out there to sit.
Almost immediately we both noticed that there were ants walking around on the rug in the screened-in porch. This is amazing because the porch is up a story from the ground below, but those miserable, icky, sneaky, destructive ants were on. my. porch.
I took off one of my Birks, grabbed it with my hand and started hitting the ants until they stopped moving. I put the sandal back on when I thought that I’d killed all the ants, but I hadn’t. So when I saw one last ant moving, in a fit of anger, I stomped down really hard with my sandaled foot on the last ant… and twisted my left ankle in the process.
I hate ants.
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