I'm Michelle, and you're on Thursday Night Smackdown, the only food blog named "Least Likely To Be Invited Back to the Book Club After That Incident With the Melon Baller." Do you like good food? Then stick around, loosen your belt and make yourself at home.
One more reason not to like our buyers: because of all the madness, I have not yet had the opportunity to bust out the ice cream maker.
Fortunately for me, the condo is now officially under contract. Unfortunately for you, this means you can no longer take advantage of the deal I was going to offer you.
The real estate agent and the lawyer are all like, “Oh, selling a house is so much easier than buying!” But they are liars, and I blame HGTV.
This weekend was The Perfect Storm of religious observances, and I include among those holy days celebrated “Fix All the Things You’re Been Ignoring About Your Apartment Day.”
I’m assuming I’m not the only one who’s noticed the extreme proliferation of Food Commemoration Days, like “National Pancake Day” or “National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day” or “National Mung Bean Day.”
Dang, y’all are some picky motherfuckers! How I wish my mother were here to read your comments, so she could realize that LOTS of kids have food issues and I was not refusing the lentil soup just to spite her.
Sometimes, life gives you metaphorical lemons and then you’re supposed to make hay while the sun shines, or some shit like that. Wait, that’s not right.