These Pretzels Are Making Me Thirsty

Here's the thing. My office likes to eat. Any excuse for a potluck! Colleague is retiring on Friday, instead of a big shindig she requested a potluck. I'm not disparaging potlucks. I enjoy a good smorgasbord now and again...

But the thing is: everyone always brings the same things. Time and again, J brings "the funeral potatoes". The the is significant, as it implies no potluck would be a potluck without them. It gets boring! No one tries new things. Well, phooey on them and phooey on having to schelp to the store to get ingredients to feed an army of people who will buy a bag of tater tots, a tub of sour cream and some cream soup, dump it all together and call it a potluck dish. Instead, I raided my cupboards, made some brown rice, whipped up a quick cheesy bechamel sauce, tossed in copious amounts of broccoli and carrots and voila! Something no one's ever brought before, and made from scratch. Also, it didn't all fit in the casserole dish I have, so I sampled some for dinner and it's delicious. I'd have subbed in half "cauliflower rice" for the regular rice if I thought people wouldn't balk.

Don't mind me, I'll be over here looming over everyone else with my superior potluck skills and snobbery.


For real, though, I stopped eating the funeral potatoes ages ago, the "famous" cornbread casserole is awful and is often tossed, and the pre-chopped veggie platters are filled with vegetables so old there isn't any nutritional value in them anymore.

In roof news, my mother says to me this weekend, she says, "Oh, and your brother exclaimed when he heard of your roof woes, 'doesn't she know she's got a brother who can help with that stuff?!'" Nice timing, bro. And no, he did not get in touch with me. I don't think I'd have him do it anyway, as the chimney has to get gone and I doubt he'd want that much involvement.

All I want to do is lounge around with a cat or three, maybe watch a movie. Instead, I have to go outside and clear the landscaping in the back. Ugh, being a grown up...


Also, Pickle has declared war on the bedroom light switch, which she can't reach. So, she stretches for it, then sits and contemplates it for a while, then freaks out and jumps on the door frame instead. In fact, several door frames have Pickle-sized claw marks on and around them. I try to keep her nails trimmed but sheesh. I never imagined I'd have a cat with a vendetta against light switches, or the misdirected aggression toward door frames that apparently comes with it.

I still miss the dog and, sadly, she still hasn't been adopted out. It's breaking my heart.

ETA: Two hours of pushin' broom has earned me avocado toast for lunch and a nap. I have no way to haul the stuff I cleared to the dump, and it's all blackberry brambles, holly, ivy and morning glory. Prickly and insidious. Ugh! I might have to just pay someone to do the rest and haul away. I'm afraid my little two-seater car just isn't built for heavy loads, and I have the stamina for about two hours of work. I came in just drenched. Feels good, though, in an "I kinda accomplished something" way. You wouldn't know it by looking at the yard, though! LOL.

Also, after many years on this Earth with many of them wearing glasses, I've finally figured out the kitchen sprayer hose is perfect for cleaning the nooks and crannies of gross build-up.

Ugh, I am so sick of people over tagging a story. If I'm reading an explicit story, I do not need to know every type of sex the couple in question is going to have.

Sex. Oral Sex. Sexual Content. Explicit Sexual Content. Het. Het and Slash. Heterosexual Sex. Rough Sex. Restraints. Begging. Wall Sex. Outdoor Sex. Shower Sex. Car Sex.

I would say all but the first are complete overkill, except if I'm already aware, by the genre, that I'm reading an E rated story (or rather not, because the tags frankly reduce my interest rather than pique it) involving sex.


That's a mild example the ones that really make me run away are the ones that don't just leave it at nipple play, but have to use fifteen tags regarding nipples. This, too, is mild. Picture that with the word anal.

Stop it. If something is dubious or non con, tag away. Otherwise, narrow it down so that your tag list isn't longer than your damned story.

Abuse of tags on this post is intentional.

I opened my web browser right now and on the home page there was a giant picture of a piece of chocolate cake. Now I want chocolate cake.

Who can I sue for this?