I finished my project for digital layout. All I have to do now is print and assemble it for next week.
I did all my errands.
I put gas in my car before it hit E.
I talked to my mother on the phone today.
I made a freakin' "To-Do List". And then I used it.
All I wanted was to sit back in my computer chair, siphon through Megavideo links until I found something entertaining to watch, and eat some Edy's Slow Churned Rich and Creamy French Silk Ice Cream.
But no. I opened it to find this!:
That whiteness isn't vanilla swirl, peeps. It's the bottom of the tub.
Who does that, by the way? There's two spoonfuls in there. At least if you had emptied it and put it in the trash I wouldn't of had that moment of discovery: snuggled up in my rolly chair, feet up, ready for sci fi adventures. Spoon at the ready.
I'll get you for this, Megan. Some things are sacred. You DO NOT come between me and chocolatey, slow churned goodness. Not now. Not ever.
I asked you. I asked you. Do you want me to pick you up anything from the store while I'm gone? You said no.
There will be retribution... Mark my words, I'll find other uses for that spoon:
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That is all.