Saturday, Oct 29th
Give a man a fish, he eats for a day. Teach him to fish, he eats for a life. Drop a man a mile from the river without so much as a net, and you’ve screwed him over. Moral of the story? Some kinds of help I just don’t need.
Naturally, yes, there is a story that goes with this confusing lesson, but it involves angry ranting and finger pointing, and I think I’ve about worked that out of my system for the night. Feel free to insert your own story here instead.
In other news, I went to my first Ikea today. Now I want a house. Okay, not a house, but a swanky apartment where I can paint the walls pink and can afford lots of frouffy curtains. And I will have a pullout sofa so all my friends can come over and stay up late to have pillow fights and gossip. And in the morning I will use my stainless steel waffle iron to make breakfast for everyone. With REAL maple syrup, not that aunt jomama crap.
I miss having a waffle iron.