What's a day in the life look like for Benj, one might ask? Well, I'll tell you:
1. Barking at nothing.
2. Chewing on a bone.
4. Laying in the middle of the floor.
And that's about it.
Oh to be a Benji.
The Stanley Hotel is classic. Vintage. Expensive. To name a few. If you have the billion dollars (or so) to rent the ballroom for your wedding, you had better fucking have a classic/vintage theme, because trying make it into something it's not is a waste of your and its time.
They added teal and purple.
I was out of Pokeballs so we sat at the park for an hour stocking up for our ride tonight, and there were two little snowball puppies that were the cutest things ever and I had to take its picture.
Me: "Is it still under there? Why don't you kill it?"
Him: "No! I'm waiting for it to die."
And yes that's my shoe. He used MY shoes to kill spiders, centipedes, etc. Not his.
This massive zucchini grew in mom's garden a few days ago and today I decided to hack it up into something since I've been out of food for a while now. Made cheesy zuc-chips. Ish. They're not crunchy, which was kind of a bummer, and could be if I was patient for longer but was ravenous. They're really good though, and I topped them with meatballs. When I can eat tomatoes again my life is going to be crazy delicious because this would be amazing with a bit of marinara sauce. But, you know; whatever. This is how I did it:
Preheat oven to 425
Line baking sheets with foil and grease
Drizzle with olive oil
Sprinkle with garlic salt and pepper
Top with cheese
Bake till cheese is golden brown
And there you have it. Enjoy.
I called the stamps Post-Its and I'm pretty sure I parked in a no parking zone.
Finally got to see Me Before You, one I've been wanting to see since it came out June 3rd, and it was pretty meh. Shallow characters, plot line, everything. Didn't care if he died, what happened to her. But the rest of the theater turned into a blubbering mess which was fucking hysterical, there was actually snorting.
It it was amazing.
I def feel old. Like I should act my age, and know what the fuck I'm doing with my life, it's time to parent some kids, progress in my career, and soon retire. But I have no fucking clue what's going on ever, I'm not even married yet, I certainly haven't found my career, and I certainly CERTAINLY don't have enough money to retire.
What does that mean?
I didn't realize retail was so elaborate. I thought people shopped, you rang them up, and they left. Good bye. But it's not. It's like a huge interweaving web that makes shit sense. A month into learning all this new nonsense and I'm pretty much here now:
And someone comes up to me and offers this long story about the furniture and colors they have in their house before finally asking if I have something in this style but taller and puce:
Was going through my pics for the one that perfectly captures my severe bloating right now for the bf, when I came across this. That's right. While I was doing my face this morning, this is what the little sis decided to do. With MY phone.
She's such a little sister.