My eyebrows are evil.
Okay, okay, maybe not exactly evil, but unless regularly kept in line, always look like they’re up to no good.
It really is all the left one’s fault. That one’s what people call the “bad crowd”. The one on the right got involved with it from the very start and it’s been bad news ever since.
All by itself, Rightie just looks a bit too serious for its own good but together, they look like they’re about to take over the ship (that ship being me). Continue reading
I have never been much of a dessert fan. I am by default a salt kind of girl, and would much rather prefer most anything salt to anything sweet any day. But I do have a soft spot in my stomach for blueberries — specifically, frozen blueberries of the wild kind.
How much of a soft spot? Well, for starters, I eat them every morning with my cereal after defrosting them under warm running water in my kitchen sink. Every morning. Every time my brother sees me, he yells, “Blueberries!” (basically, a verbatim imitation of yours truly from when we used to live together).
No joke, these bitty berries make me that happy. Continue reading
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