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I made this a long time ago but I figure it’s always a good time to remind people to join the club.
I made this a long time ago but I figure it’s always a good time to remind people to join the club.
Some people have a way in the kitchen, a familiarity with ingredients and appliances and tools that lets them look into a pantry, look at the clock, and figure out that they can take a little of this, a little of that, and a pinch of that and make something that will go in the oven for half an hour and then, when it cools, will be transferred from pan to mouth to gut, thus…
I can’t operate a goddamned electric screwdriver without fucking something up. I really cannot believe anyone let me buy a house.
There is a big honkin’ oak tree in my front yard. Nestled in the branches of that oak tree is a big honkin’ spotlight to illuminate my front and side yards. That big honkin’ spotlight has gone out, as lights sometimes do. My question is: Who in Memphis can be called upon to replace this light, which can only be accessed by boom truck or perhaps very large ladder? I have considered calling the fire…
Last weekend I traveled to my hometown to reunite with two of my very oldest friends, Tamara and Crystal. We were thick as thieves in high school (with bouts of adolescent spattiness throughout our friendships, of course), and then went our separate ways after graduation. Tamara and I — with the exception of some months of no communication because we are sometimes stubborn, foolish girls — have mostly kept in constant contact, but I lost…
This groovy leaf courtesy of the calla lily the fella brought me a month ago.
I picked up a couple of pots of really wilty, dead-looking dianthus on the clearance rack of Lowe’s a month or so ago, and am happy to say I have not killed the plants further, but have in fact coaxed a bloom, a single bloom!, out of what used to be yellowed foliage. Huzzah.
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