Just a little sarcasm from an American woman raised by a pale British granny who couldn’t cook. Hated spices. And herself!

Nah man. Just raised by a bunch of them and having a laugh.

Folks do live for hating women! 🤮

That makes sense. It just feels too familiar & very squelchy on repeat. I’m behind on so many other things, so the time investment may not be worth it.

Haven’t been able to get past episode 2. Hasn’t really grabbed my attention. (Ha ha) Does it get better?

It’s the dreaded “blow the summer coat” season. And Mrs Dimples fell for an 80% white cat that loves my once-favorite, scratchy-wool car blanket. Stupid adorable fluff bucket is the nemesis of my mostly black wardrobe

Ooh wait! I cleaned Agatha’s fluff perch!

Yeah. My childhood Sundays were all about salt, grease and sugar. Bleh

Picking is enclosed & vinegar is used for removing smells in the air. Greek is much much garlic (hi I married Greek) & they love outdoor kitchens. Garlic is/was not a Brit thing till “recent” years.
And again
Curries in properly ventilated kitchens, run by immigrants.
I continue to be vexed.

Oh I love all of the things listed. But again… All foods that don’t linger on the woolens & jumpers

I needed to hear this because….well, you know why I decided to end a specific client relationship & today reinforced my decision. 🙃

My lived experience of Swedish foods are limited to berry deserts, akavit, cheese, chocolate, yogurt and meatballs…so currently my vexation is not yet disproven

Thus why it’s an intrusive thought. You conquer the world for spices and yet, salt and pepper is the limit? It vexes me.

I blame today. I worked my butt off today. Fast lunch. No naps. No errands.
Zero tangible accomplishments. The WORST
Just eleventeen million minutes of “hey circling back here…”
😫😫😫

Such fun! We need more silliness.