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.