It begins.
The Jerk-inspired dry rub. I mean the classic Jamaican seasoning mix, not Glen Beck.
Tofailure.
Vegetarians, I’m sorry. We tried. Really, we did. Nights like this are precisely why there is a “failure” category.
Small Potatoes: No one on Twitter wants to help me, will you?
My question: Barbeque. My potato salad. 60-ish people. How many pounds of potatoes?
Awesome Shit That I Want Tuesday
I’ve been wanting a new tattoo lately, and although I already had a plan I think it may have just changed.
Cheap Ass Monday: If you lived here, you’d be eating dinner by now
Just in case you were wondering, there is nothing, literally nothing I would rather do in this life than participate in The Bachelorette. The small talk alone would send me spiraling into a catatonic state. Then again, ABC probably wouldn’t want me either because with my propensity to instantly judge people, the season would only ...
This’ll put the kids to bed early so you can watch the season finale of LOST in peace
I’m pretty sure the season finale of LOST already happened, so just use it as a stand-in for whatever other thing you want your kids asleep for: pulling out the bong, playing Grand Theft Auto, watching an R-rated moving picture, talking about them behind their backs, or obsessively watching Discovery Channel specials about the truth ...
Daily grocery shopping, Italian style
That’s what we’re going to be doing for the next week, because the inside of our fridge? Looks like this: