My Short Aunt Cathy!
Sorry, Readers, but the winner wasn't chosen randomly. You should know me better than that. I chose the winner based on the following four factors: 1. Does his/her husband repair my car when it breaks? 2. Do I feel bad for calling this person short? 3. Does this person send me neat pictures via e-mail? 4. Is this person awesome? If you haven't done any of those things, then you know why you haven't won. (I mean, you may be awesome, but has your husband fixed my car? EXACTLY.) And next time you'll think about it before you try to win, won't you?
I don't have anything to say today, other than that I need to clean out my refrigerator. In the last two months I haven't gone near my fridge other than to retrieve chocolate syrup and milk. It's pretty frightening in there; that's why I don't visit often.
This overwhelming need became apparent to me last night when I was attempting to make dinner and I retrieved THREE separate bottles of KC Masterpiece that each had roughly one and a half tablespoons of barbecue sauce in them. While I was rooting through the condiment shelves I also found a bottle of liquid smoke that I had forgotten about and a jar of cloudy green juice that used to have pickles in it. I know that on the bottom shelf, in the very back, there is a bowl of tuna salad that could probably be donated to science. I haven't seen it in a while but I know it's there, unless it left the fridge of its own accord. I wouldn't blame it. Anything that had to spend its days next to DJ's giant pot of Beef Brisket Stew Concoction would be begging for death. I fully expect to open the door one of these days to find a head of romaine dangling from a piece of spaghetti. Vegetable suicide.
Anyway, that's what I'll be working on today. Happy Spring Break.