tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571344061747498203.post4680729165625345335..comments2023-05-05T07:45:15.155-07:00Comments on BS on LIT: RE: The Pictures Of My Food You Were Secretly Hoping ForSerena Warnkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065264540361445064noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571344061747498203.post-2660196068621535452012-06-27T19:17:34.467-07:002012-06-27T19:17:34.467-07:00Hahaha, and by "hope to see you again!" ...Hahaha, and by "hope to see you again!" I mean "Hope to never see you again!"Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11307382816808657785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571344061747498203.post-23408909077885937282012-06-27T19:07:12.398-07:002012-06-27T19:07:12.398-07:00Corona Lite Soup?! What a fantastic idea!
Also, I...Corona Lite Soup?! What a fantastic idea!<br /><br />Also, I just got back from the "Beginning Farmer and Rancher" meeting. It was supposed to be a potluck but we a) got there late and b) I didn't bring a plate. So I'm sitting there starving watching this powerpoint and this woman talk r-e-a-l-l-y slowly. Incidentally, apparently you must wear sandals with all manner of attire in order to be a farmer. It is the Sign By Which One Knows.<br /><br />Anyway, afterward I meet these other apprentices and we all beeline it for the food. And lo and behold, these plates show up. So I snag one and start scarfing food up, and then I realize...that they're their plates. They brought them. And I'm stealing the dude's plate, so he has to eat off this napkin/cardboard conglomeration. And so we chat about life and I start feeling super bad because not only am I stealing their plates...I also have, like, a kitchen. And a shower. And they don't. And I start feeling like stealing this plate was just adding insult to injury. <br /><br />And then I have to go, so I hand back the dirty plate and say "So good to meet you! Hope to see you again!!" <br /><br />And I run away.Serena Warnkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09065264540361445064noreply@blogger.com