Married. 30. Bungy devotee. Native Ithacan. Oldest of 3. Lover of raw sugar. Loather of plastic, HFCS. Square breather. Utilitarian shoe wearer. Chronic gut groans. Too fancy for my own good. Fine paper appreciator. Bag bringer. Caretaker. Cash coveter. Delectable dessert deliverer. Democrat. Eco enthusiast. Foodie. Gift giver. Kombucha consumer. Part-time pragmatist, part-time pessimist. Relisher of Rachels. Slave to SLOG. Spender. Sullen in spurts. Tovah treasurer.
2.08.2009
Overheard in My Broken Brain
I hope you'll take whatever crazy you think I am with the knowledge that I am a little crazy. And that you'll allow a little leeway. I'm trying hard to be normal but sometimes it doesn't work.
1 comment:
ME TOO! When I was in Mexico they put cilantro on everything. Once, even in our fruit.
Perfect fruit ruined by cilantro. I think that was the moment that it went from annoying to AWFUL.
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