Thursday, December 16, 2010

Dear world:

To the loaf of seeded rye bread I bought Wednesday: You are half the size of a normal loaf of bread, and you cost over twice as much. But ohhhhh my goodness are you delicious.

To winter: I hate you.

To whoever first decided that beets actually qualify as "food": You must have been really, really hungry. But still not as hungry as the person who thought of rocky mountain oysters.

To my cats: You have two full water dishes and a full dish of food. Please do not try to convince me that you are starving.

To the state of California: Backwards, you're spelled "Ainrofilac", which sounds like a medication for lactose intolerance. But it would still look cool on license plates.
And in songs. ("Ainrofilac Dreaming.... on such a winter's daayyyy....")


MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

You're still trapped in your house with frozen pipes and a stinky bathrobe, aren't you?

Janna said...

MikeWJ: Not at all! I left for work this morning, secure in the knowledge that I would still be able to flush when I returned home.
P.S. I prefer to think of it as a bathrobe with "additional personality".

Marla said...

Cats are such liars.

Janna said...

Marla: Believe me, I know! Mine probably need therapy.