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WHOOPS! So much for 500 words each and every day! This is how this usually goes so I’m not at all surprised. *shrug* I live with my mom. For the most part it’s pretty easy, without a whole lot of humps and bumps in the road but food is the worst issue we have … I think. Like, when I move out I’ll probably never buy another beef roast or pork chop …maybe ever. French toast is a late night snack; bacon (or sausage) and eggs is not a meal, it’s meat with a side of meat. Ramen noodles are greasy enough by themselves, why are you adding more grease? Not everything needs to be fried in butter (i.e. ham). I know, I have some southern friends who may not understand the thinking behind that last statement but it’s true. And if I say anything, then I’m being picky and she gets all pissy. “You just don’t like anything.” Or if she suggests breakfast (again, bacon and eggs is not a meal) for dinner and I say no then it automatically means that I never want that, ever, so if I make it for myself one night when I’m home alone, she has kittens about it… “If I had suggested that you’d have thrown a fit! ‘I don’t like breakfast for breakfast, why would I want it for dinner?’” *shakes head in dismay* I can’t get 500 words out of this rant so that’s what you are getting today. Deal. |