CHRISTMAS CHRISTMAS CHRISTMAS

This week is the first week of Christmas-ness. Last week was the last week of the fall holidays- Halloween & Thanksgiving.

This means that you must do everything in your power to insure that you are being
Christmas-y. That includes lighting candles, singing carols, and, if necessary, decorating your house with cheap mult-colored lights and gaudy blow-up yard space-fillers of Rudolph and Santa. (Although in my family's case we don't have to cos the lady down the street has taken care of that for the entire court.)

There is also the well-known traditon of POSTING A LOT OF BLOGS. That means you ALL MUST POST A LOT. FMG, do you realize that the last blog you posted was in AUGUST? YES YOU PROBABLY DO BUT THE 'DO YOU REALIZE' PART WAS FOR DRAMATICAL EFFECT.

Everyone else- in a month you could be as far back as FMG. With that in mind, get to it!

Redecorating

This blog has a new look. I know, I know, it's not one of my best. But hey, I was pressed for time; it's 11:03 in the p.m., and Fult has no luck and wants to go to bed. So she just throws on the first (ok, like, fifty millionth. I'm picky even when I'm tired) thing she sees and republishes. But now she really, really, wants to go to bed. So she's gonna stop being picky for the night and go hit the sack.



After she talks about ziplock bags, that is.

She was fixing herself a high-cal mal-nutritious snack, and the cheese was a brand new block. Fult was the first to open it, meaning her portion of cheese would be a little bit slippery and plastic and wrinkled on one end. But no matter. Fult cuts of a generous slice and opens the middle droor to grab a ziplock bag.

Enter the ziplock bag.

There are two sizes for ziplock bags. Small and big. So, not sensing a problem, Fult grabs for the small bag and...

UH OH!!!

THIS FRESH BLOCK OF CHEESE IS TOO...FRIKIN'....BIG FOR THE SMALL ZIPLOCK BAG.

So Fult cheerily finds the larger size and drops the block of cheese into it...And never hears it land.

You see, there's a small and big size of ziplocks, but no medium. So if you were going to package a, say, fresh block of cheese, you would be in deep yougurt. Cause when you're dealing with ziplock bags, one size doesn't fit all.

Fult will now go to bed now that she's got that load of her chest (wipes the cold sweat off her brow).

Night.

the tomato in the corner (i've dissapointed you all...)

locate archives. click april. scroll to 'the tomato in the corner.'

"In an acute and seemingly irrelevant corner in my house..."

WHAT WAS I THINKING????!!!!

corners are not acute.

"Nothing in there but a vegitable..."

fulton creek cannot spell 'vegitable'.


"all of us to aprensive to touch it..."

no one is, and will ever be, aprensive . however, one might dare to be apprehensive.

i can't feel my ears.

actually, that was a bit of a clever joke, that title was, because I can. But my ears can't feel me!!! I touched them and got, like, zero responce. They were either ignoring me or they're as flipping cold as I am.

you guys, we are slackers. none of us has updated our blogs in like the past three years. and i'm thinking maybe we need to renew our card. which was a clever and metaphorical little catchphrase that i just came up with for saying "HURRY UP AND POST SOMETHING SOMEONE BUT NAMING NO ONE IN PARTICULAR HARM CHAT FMG HAVE FUN AND LIMES!"