I just got done microwaving my milk.
Our fridge might be doing its job a little too well. And by “well,” I mean it’s freaking freezing things that aren’t supposed to be frozen.
Like my milk!
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I just got done microwaving my milk.
Our fridge might be doing its job a little too well. And by “well,” I mean it’s freaking freezing things that aren’t supposed to be frozen.
Like my milk!
I accidentally sat in a chair covered in glitter this morning.
My butt has become a giant reflector … awesome.
I opted for tea today instead of coffee at Starbucks.
Apparently I just spent $2.11 for someone to mow their lawn, stuff the shreds into a holey baggy and toss it into my mug of hot water.
Awesome.
Mike looked at me from across the table today, took a bite of soup, starred into my eyes and said …
“I ran out of fish food a week ago.”
Witnessed one of my neighbors using a shovel to remove the foot of snow that piled on his car last night.
I’m interested to see how many new stripes he has on the Toyota’s hood.
Just noticed the subject line of an e-mail that says, “Courtney, the winner is.”
Since I haven’t heard anything about Yoda doling out prizes of late, I’m not holding my breath.