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This is the best idea EVER.

PYJAMAGRAM!

http://store.yahoo.com/pajamagram/index.html

In other news, the LJ gremlins, I've discovered, are actually working in my favour. Nobody notices that I'm late to reply, because all the replies themselves have been coming in late...*looks shifty*

Um, not that I'm ever late to reply. Oh dear me no. Emails and comments NEVER sit in my inbox for five, six, ten, fifteen days.....

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Three silly things (in lieu of Sam's Three Things About CSI, because I missed it last night):

1. I can't believe I actually bake wheat bread, dry it in slices in the oven, and then grind it in the cuisinart to make whole wheat bread crumbs and croutons. Clearly I have too much time on my hands.

2. I can't believe I loaded up the cuisinart, put the lid on, and was surprised when nothing got ground up, since I DIDN'T PUT THE BLADE IN.

3. I can't believe I thought "I should put these croutons in a tupperware box so that they stay fresh."

3a. This Wal-Mart brand Pecan Divinity tastes like bubble gum.

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Those of you who laffed at my domesticity earlier should know that I just served my family the driest porkchops ever. My mother LIKES dry porkchops and she said they were too dry.

I'm certain it's because I dislike porkchops -- probably stemming from my mother's love of dry ones -- and my innate dislike somehow seeped into the chops as I prepared them this morning. "Ha! You thought we were chewy and unflavourful before? WAIT TILL YOU SEE US NOW!"

Anyway, we ended up eating the tamales that mum had purchased for Christmas dinner instead. I don't know why we're having tamales for Christmas dinner or why she bought them two weeks ahead of time, but they came in handy and now I want to try making them myself. Perhaps I'll do it next week, when I spend an ENTIRE DAY making Stuffing Muffins for the potluck Lucky's attending at his work.

In other news, Mum says I should talk Mama Ticky into taking me to Paris (I was telling her about the "Parisian Fifteen Minutes" as was relayed to me by Rainette recently). I told her since Mama Ticky doesn't like to fly, we'd have to fly to New York and take a cruise across the Atlantic to get there.

Oh, the horror.

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