I sent the following text message to a friend, not so much to console her, as to console myself:
Julian of Norwich said, “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
She responded with the following:
“Julian of Norwich was hallucinating in her tiny cell and anorexic probably. But if that is what it takes to have a good attitude….”
This is why one must have friends. She knows what I need.
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I haven’t quite figured out what to do about this bumper crop of bell peppers.
Currently, my plan of action is to eat my way through it. Kind of what I did with the berries until it got so out of hand I actually tried my hand at canning.
Not sure that’s what I want to do with peppers.
Thoughts?
I’m open to any suggestions.
In the meantime, as a Facebook friend suggested:
You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. Dey’s uh, pepper-kabobs, pepper creole, pepper gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple pepper , lemon pepper ,coconut pepper, pepper soup, pepper stew, pepper salad, pepper and potatoes, pepper burger, pepper sandwich. That- that’s about it.
Yep. That’s about it.
Pass the Tums.
Toothpaste has really gotten under my skin lately. I mean, I’ve actually had a little bit of aggression as I face down my morning ablutions with this uncooperative and sinister part of my personal hygiene routine.
I’m used to this old-school aluminum tube that you squeeze from the bottom up. Okay, let me take that back. I squeeze it from the middle until it becomes a kind of lumpy uneven mess. Then I wake up in an OCD mood and decide that is the day I must squeeze from the bottom and get every last drop of Crest or Colgate or Superman bubble-gum flavored atrocity (I have little nephews).
That works for a while, and then, I get to what I think is the end of the toothpaste and that last inch seems to last for three years! Well, perhaps I may have a little problem with hyperbole…but it lasts for a really really long time.
So I switched to a different approach and bought this nifty little contraption which I believed would be the solution:
It wasn’t. Oh sure, it has a nice neat appearance, and sits up straight all important-like. But I can’t tell how much toothpaste is in there. I guess air squeezes out the toothpaste, so there’s no collapsing of the container. After a week, it weighs the same. Every time I brush my teeth I have this anxious moment where I wonder if this could be the last time. If next time I won’t have any toothpaste left because this insidious design is obviously a master plan to get me to purchase multiple bottles and keep them stored away. No! I will not be manipulated like that.
And anyway, those squirreled away tubes of toothpaste are in case of the zombie apocalypse and I won’t break into that stash.
So it finally happened and my worst case scenario became a reality. This morning I squeezed out the last bit of toothpaste in a rather unceremonious burp that splattered the paste onto my toothbrush and my shirt. Good riddance weird and unfriendly toothpaste container thingie.
Hello stash of half-used toothpaste left behind by college kids, visiting nieces and nephews, and numerous trips requiring travel-size tubes.
Pray for me.
