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| OMG, i just made some popcorn on the stove? and now my whole house smells like Kmart.
(you know what else triggers quality memories of my childhood? the summer flip-flop aisle at walgreens)
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| well guys all your compliments on the pictures below were so sweet! would you like to know my basic objection to the picture of chuck and i? because i am horrible and vain, i don't like how the retouching, which removed chuck's eye crinkles and sun damage on his forehead, makes me look so old. in most pictures, chuck and i look close in age, and seeing him all handsome with this old lady hanging over his shoulder kind of depresses me.
which reminds me of a funny story! chuck and i had only been dating for about five months when he decided to take the foreign service exam. he flew to seattle to do that, and when he came back he had no beard. i guess he got kind of nervous on the morning before the interview portion of the exam, and trimmed his beard so unevenly that he had to shave it off. so he shows up on my doorstep and he looks like, fifteen? i couldn't even kiss him, he looked so young. | | |
|  and this in spite of my "no retouching" instructions.
i guess we got retouched for free,
which is like worth every penny?
the girls look great, though!
yeah we were all pretty tired of posing by this point.
note the numerous "rictus of the damned" smiles
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| i've written about this already and cannot face typing it all out again, for i am inebriated.
so go HERE.
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| so after a weird-ass flash fight last night, which chuck and i immediately fixed (what was that shit, anyway? hormones? late-night hypoglycemia? planetary alignment?), i woke up with a fucking headache which has been immune to everything, including excedrin and lots of coffee. it has sucked, and mightily.
also my bowl of cinnamon toast crunch has given me heartburn.
tonight, i brine the turkey, and tomorrow i stick it in the 'fridge so the skin dries out. oh lovely, mahogany colored turkey, you are allll mine. OH! HERE IS A TURKEY DAY ANECDOTE:
so the second thanksgiving chuck and i spent as a couple, i offered to make thanksgiving dinner. chuck's mom does not cook anything, and instead lives on jenny craig meals which she throws in the nuker and then eats while watching house on tivo. so i was all "prepare yourself for the awesome which a culinary school graduate can produce!", and i boned out the turkey (except for the tips of the leg bones), and stuffed the damn thing with two kinds of awesome stuffing, reassembling it so that it appeared to be just a regular turkey, and made SO MANY side dishes, and even decorated a platter with glazed vegetables and persimmons and shit, for the turkey to rest upon, and DROVE AN HOUR to serve it forth at barbie's sister's place, and there were two kinds of pie and bourbon whipped cream, and you know, it was really impressive in a martha way. and i was sent home with an empty platter and a bag of leftovers. which was a zip-loc back containing one (1) wing, and a half cup of dressing. SAD PANDA. so after that day, *i* dole out leftovers, and *i* take the carcass home for soup, and *i* cherry pick all the choicest titbits for myself. because i am a selfish person the end. | | |
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