Why in the world isn't this growing mold?
It has decomposed and gotten seriously and scarily nasty... but no mold has formed in my jar.
I could understand if I had a small fry from the Burger King inside, but two weeks ago we put organic produce and cheese under that lid. Grow some mold already!
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Sunday, May 26, 2013
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Well Folks, it's official...
I have LET MYSELF GO.
I have wanted a new profile picture for my facebook. My hair is growing like a worm-compost tea fed flower garden and it's at this super-awkward stage. Stage: WORST OF THE WORST. I don't want to use dread pics anymore and the super short doo that I had previously isn't really what I look like... so I went to take some new pics today.
And damn.
Mama has got bags under her eyes that she didn't even know were there. It's like, beneath my eyes hides all of the emotional baggage of generations of tortured people.
Just LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOTHER OF GOD!!!!! What has happened to my face?
And just as proof of the hair hell where I reside,
I have resorted to this:
From the back I appear to be a chubby 4th grader.
And from the front I look like I'm 50.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
House of Death and Violence

Shortly after moving in we discovered that we had mice. Mostly, we discovered that the landlord had hidden nuggets of rat poison in various nooks and crannies of our home, but the actual mice evaded us. And, of course, we discovered the rat poison when Sidney dug a bar up and tossed it to me with the desire to play a healthy game of fetch.
Anyway, I've been meaning to pop over to Lowes to buy some of those cruelty free, humane mouse traps. I guess that I deluded myself into believing that the mice would sense Sherbert and run for the neighbors kitchen and floorboards. No such luck.
In the past two days I have woken up to one dead mouse and five, yes FIVE, dead bed bugs on the floor of my family room.
The mouse was totally heartbreaking. I have been feeling guilty all day. I can't bring myself to google, "do mice live in families or are they loners?"
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