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.
We have nine showings this weekend, along with an open house on Sunday afternoon, so I should be sleeping on a giant pile of money by Wednesday.
This is been a bit of a topsy-turvy week chez TNS, so I need to take Friday afternoon to recover with my good friend the Internet. Stoke my righteous feminist anger, Internet!
It’s a sunny Saturday morning, so you should probably be out and about. But in case you’re sprawled on your couch, all hungover from last night, here’s some amusement. You know, you’re not as young as you were; you can’t drink like that anymore.
It’s 4:08, and I’m wide awake. Perhaps it’s time to turn to the internet for some amusement, or for the provocation of thoughts, n’est-ce pas? Perhaps you too are awake, and have a similar need.
And so, after a scant two and a half weeks of unbearable pain, the mystery is solved. I am filled both with profound relief, and with the urge to climb to the top of a mountain and yell, “SUCK IT, DOCTORS.”
I would like to amend last night’s post to say that I will also accept illegal drugs. Whatever works, you know?
Behold, some pages of the internet that may amuse you in your invalid state, assuming you can position yourself adequately on the plank upon which you lay to assuage your back pain and that you don’t pass out from the Oxycontin. Oh wait, that’s just me.