The Third Splenda Packet
Four of my favorite things in the world are coffee, peanut butter toast, smoothies, and microwave popcorn. I’m anxiously awaiting the delivery of a coffeemaker, a toaster, a blender, and a microwave. All are scheduled to arrive today from Amazon.com.
Someone’s car alarm is going off. I’ve been hearing a lot of car alarms lately. It’s 2012, people. If I witnessed someone breaking into an alarmed car, I’d give the thumbs up. Oh yes I would.
The French word “parure” means “ornament” in English. I just looked it up. Now try saying “parure” with a French accent. It’s a tough one. Very gargly sounding.
My request for a third Splenda packet shouldn’t incite an eyeroll, Starbucks employee. I’m sorry to add to the stress of your job, but please just hand over the packet and be done with it. Rest assured that I’ll be brewing my own joe once my new coffeemaker arrives.
This morning a lady swerved across three lanes while applying eye shadow. Shocking, right? I mean, who even wears eye shadow anymore?
I’m trying to decide if Mad Men or The Sopranos is the best-written show ever. Might be a tie.
Yesterday the guys fixing up the house across the street from Joanne’s place were comparing the terms of their parole. My car was broken into/busted up on the street three times during the year I lived in Highlands. Now my car is in a gated garage in another part of town, and my insurer hiked up my rate. It’s all about zip codes.
Panzano’s pineapple pancake with rum butter and coconut is out of this world. Best ever.
Car alarms and an insufficient number of Splenda packets make me cranky. Amazon.com deliveries make me happy. Ain’t life grand?
Time to get to work. I’m going to stop blogging now. You’re welcome.