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Because it’s Friday.
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I’m not a kitchen gadget person.
I don’t have a Panini press, an espresso machine or a waffle maker.
So 6 for me, which should really be 7…. because our air fryer is in our toaster/convection oven and I’ve never once used it.
How many appliances do you not own?
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It’s silly, but fun.
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Use predictive text and see what happens.
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Makes sense, I guess.
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No.
The first home my husband and I bought had wallpaper in every room. I’m not a fan…
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Nothing, I hope.
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Well, that went dark in a hurry.
Now you..
What does your phone think you really want?
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You may have to think for a moment but it (probably) won’t hurt.
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Here’s what makes me see red –
I’m cooking, carefully following a recipe and laying out all my ingredients… only to discover that the 12 ounce can/bag/box of whatever I need is now 10 ounces due to shrinkflation and I need to make another run to the grocery store to pick up another full can/bag/box of whatever it is I need to get that missing 2 ounces.
Grrr.
Pay more/get less drives me insane. Add the damn .40 cents to the price and give me a full portion of the product so I don’t have to buy 2 and end up wasting most of the second.
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Okay, that’s my kitchen rager. How about you?
What makes you crazy in the kitchen.
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It will be quick today, I promise.
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One point for every place you’ve visited.
My number is 14, which at a little less than half isn’t bad.
How well traveled are you?
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Because wasting your time is what I do best.
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Let’s see…
I’ll arrive with Jell-O shots, jalapeño poppers and some jerky.
Not the most appetizing ensemble, but J is not the most food friendly letter.
What are you bringing?
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You know you want to.
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I have to admit I expected better of myself.
Our house is filled with quirky, bizarre, WTH is that? items.
They clutter our basement, our garage, our barn, our sheds and two embarrassing (close them quickly!) closets.
But when I pulled out the actual junk drawer in the kitchen for inspection?
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It was disappointingly run of the mill.
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A CO2 canister size list, some cut flower life extending powder, a water pistol, a dice game, a Marine Corps challenge coin, a spare hummingbird feeder cover, a feline medicine syringe and a wine cork.
Nothing bizarre. Nothing quirky.
How boring.
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Your turn…
Dazzle me with your weird drawer contents.
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This week’s question is in honor of a certain Spam obsessed blogger who shall remain nameless.
Oh, who am I kidding?
It’s Mark, he’s crazy for the stuff.
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As far as I’m concerned Spam is a four letter word. A more disgusting gelatinous meat wanna be you’re not apt to find.
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Blech.
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Fresh off the assembly line in 1937.
I’ve heard rumors they’ll be making a second batch any day now.
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Health food it’s not.
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My late MIL was the queen of spam. Spam loaf, spam spaghetti, spam and beans… hell, she even made spam pie.
I’ve never been able to stomach the canned abomination and don’t understand why anyone would voluntarily consume it.
So my question is… yay or nay?
Where do you stand on Spam.
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Because it’s better than eating kale.
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Here are mine.
While reading The Life Impossible, which is set in Ibiza Spain, I read a chapter about a massive nightclub called Ku… think Studio 54 on steroids. It said Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballé filmed the video for Barcelona there so I had to check veracity.
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It’s true.
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Poor Freddie, gone too soon.
Next was a search about the benefits of glucosamine chondroitin.
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I’ve tried everything else for my knee pain, I figure it can’t hurt.
Search #3 was for the Say Hey kid.
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Being a baseball (and baseball history) lover, I just watched an HBO documentary on this amazing athlete and needed a few more facts.
Lifetime batting average? 302.
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Your turn.
Last three searches… go!
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I usually don’t do these things, but what the hell.
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Run a marathon?
Skydiving?
Please.
It’s like they don’t know me at all.
My answer is 9.
How about you?
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Because you’re already here. What else is there to do….
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My twenties were awesome.
My thirties rocked.
My forties were blissfully happy.
Things started to go downhill physically in my fifties when I went from a perfectly healthy woman who had never been in the hospital (and still had all her original parts, including tonsils, appendix and wisdom teeth) to a menopausal shell of my former self, drenched in hot flash sweat with achy joints, a bum knee, 35 extra pounds and bunions.
So yeah.
Any age before 50 is alright with me.
How about you?
What age do you want to stay…
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