I have discovered that Country Crock makes the worst mashed potatoes on the face of the earth. I would rather slave over a hot stove and make them from scratch, then endure the nastiness I just tasted. I've been craving mashed potatoes too. I'm lazy, and I sure as hell don't cook. Why make the cooking challenged suffer? Is this some sort of revenge? So. Not. Fair. Now the dog is eating what was supposed to be my dinner. And he doesn't look to fond of it either. Fuck that butter company.I've become addicted to the show Weeds. It's so funny, and the cast is amazing. I just hope Showtime brings it back for another season, because it so deserves a longer run. And I'll be sad if they don't. And plus, I heart Elizabeth Perkins.
Okay. So I'm tired, and this blog is way shorter than I thought it would be. I had some creative juices flowing...and now I'm too sleepy to record them. Until next time....
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