Who has two thumbs and is so brain dead she can’t come up with a second thing and/or find her cellphone to take a picture.
And how have I managed to make it all the way to age 35 (…wait, is that right? ’76, ’86, ’96, ’06, ’07, ’08, ’09, ’10, ’11. Yes – 35. Now what’s my name again?) without knowing of the wonder that is frozen grapes? They’re my new favorite thing. I don’t have to cook them and they never go bad.
Unlike those pesky collard greens I keep buying. Though they are nice in a bra. And no one notices when you leave the house with frozen leafy greens in your bra. I think someone might notice the grapes.
Right. Anyway. I uked. But barely. As in I almost didn’t. Not as in I did it naked. Perverts. I have to wear clothes. Otherwise I’d trip on all these frozen grapes and break another bone.
Don’t feel bad I didn’t find out about frozen grapes until a few months ago. Lovely song, by the way.
Hayden eats frozen peas out of the bag. For him, grapes would be crack. I’m on it.
I thought a chicken without a bone was a McNugget.
You are freakballs adorasauce. I may or may not be drunk, but it’s still all true.
You crack me up in the finest ways, you UMR-brandishing grape bandit.
KYA, your site shows up as a blank slate. I’m worried because it looks like the house that becomes a crime scene after it’s occupants engage in a violent struggle prior to being dragged out by a group of malcontents. I’m the forensics expert! I’ve gone overboard again….
My phone changed “uke” to UMR, which is weird.
Also, yeah, I kinda sorta have to fix my website. I’m doing that this morning, right now, as we speak. HOORAY! But yeah, it was a crime scene. Did you see the crap I’d written there? Criminal. 🙂
Thank uke! (Hope you got some quiet time.)
Okay, I miss our little seafood parties where we all bring a picnic lunch with an infinitely adaptable reversable tablecloth and mallets for cracking crab shells.
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