We forgot to put the cranberry sauce out too. We forget it all the time, and I love it.
'Conviction (1)'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
We are having a mild emergency here. The oven isn't working properly and the turkey isn't cooking properly. Oops. Good thing there's wine and provisions.
I am newly come to this Thanksgiving foofurrah, but I understand a few basic things: don't drop turkeys from planes; ritual sacrifice with pie; and SYMBOLIC BLOOD VIA CRANBERRIES.
There's other stuff, but I can't always keep track.
The basic problem in our house seems to be that everything is coming out of the oven, but the cranberry sauce is in the fridge.
and SYMBOLIC BLOOD VIA CRANBERRIES.
Well dang, I clearly am not properly trained into seeing blood symbolism! I have always thought of cranberries as New World!food with a side of jam at dinner? That jam issue always got in the way of my enjoyment of the cranberry. I am sure I will enjoy the cranberry sauce much more now that it's blood.
I am sure I will enjoy the cranberry sauce much more now that it's blood.
I exist to bring blood into people's lives.
I have been spending the day finding apps for absolutely everything, on both iOS and Android. Sephora has an iOS app! Which I can't work out how to integrate my Beauty Insider card into, so I can't use it fully. But in the meanwhile, I sure am enjoying the OPI app, where you can set your skin tone and then flip through nail polish colours to mimic them on your hands. It's tons of mindless fun.
And exactly the sort of non-thought I need today.
However, my mother has not called, and I can't actually distract myself from that. Fuck, I give in. I am going to be the nag.
I exist to bring blood into people's lives.
That's so touching.
But in the meanwhile, I sure am enjoying the OPI app, where you can set your skin tone and then flip through nail polish colours to mimic them on your hands. It's tons of mindless fun.
I had to delete that one because they didn't update with new collections and I was forever scrolling around and around looking for It's MY Year. It was either deal with my obsessiveness or delete.
You people sell me on an iPhone every day. Or at least an Android.
I am too full. With additional Benadryl and wine. Coma shortly. While I'm out, I'm going to plot how to steal my brother's Weimaraner.
You people sell me on an iPhone every day.
It's really brilliant. Semi-useless for phone calls, but brilliant otherwise.