Saturday, August 7, 2010
I just had a snack, and usually when one hears the word "snack", it's probably safe to assume that the majority would think it's something like special k bars or some carrot sticks, yaaa know what I meeean?
No, skip the special k. I am trying to get back in the habit of incorporating six small meals a day, combining both good carbs and protein. A cereal bar really doesn't justify itself as a small meal.
After work I was hungry. Snack #2 of this evening.
She scared me the other day because she poked a black widow. wth! I yelped and told her to stop before it bit her. She was like "what's a black widow?". Uhhm, well something that can KILL you! women! that night I left her house fearing the saftey of her and cow dog.
One time we went to Target, and a policy they have is that they don't allow pets. This is a conversation:
mom: They don't allow dogs inside, hide her in your bag or just tell them that she's a service dog.
me: (my dry sense of humor) Yeah, she's a chiuahua in a dress. She totally looks like a service dog.
mom: What's a service dog?
mom: What's a service dog? Angela, what's a service dog. huh? oh! pretty purse.
Anywho. Here's my booch fermenting its magical goodness.