And they ought to be shared because a) I don’t get to use the word ‘ought’ often enough and b) things that either make me recoil in horror or shoot Diet Pepsi out of my nose (ouch!) or furiously happy, amused or disgusted are totally shareable things. Like cookies. Or cold sores and venereal warts. These are things that I’m told that people share. And I’m a sharer (well, not really, having O.C.S.*) and so I want to share my finds with you (but please don’t think that you need to share anything with me – I don’t DO cold sores or warts, of any kind. Ever. But you can send me cookies, I totally dig cookies). If you ever wondered if I had a touch of ADHD, I think I’ve just confirmed your suspicions for you. Yay, me!
Onward and upward. This week on the interwebs I found this:
This one just causes me indescribable pain. Because I’m weak and addicted. Judge away. 2030 chocolate production will be greatly reduced because of some stupid weather problem or something. W.T.F. am I going to dooooooooo? Scroll through the slide show because according to these Pollyanna-wannabes, maple syrup, peanuts, fish, wine and coffee are also on the list for extinction. Haven’t these people ever heard of positivity?
I’m less organized than I thought and also that I have something to aspire to and it is simply fantastic that I have yet one more thing to remind me that I’m only a fraction as fabulous as the voices in my head tell me that I am. Thanks a lot you asshole, Internet.
This just saved me the trouble of writing yet another post on the subject of common mis-spellings that must stop. I can delete my first draft now (and make a note to myself to take some drawing lessons – everything is funnier with pictures. Except surgery, pictures just make surgery yuckier, scarier and less funny).
In other news, Spring may have finally sprung. Perhaps I shall venture out with my camera later to confirm this rumour and collect evidence in support of same. For now though, seeing our outside thermometer proudly reading seven-ish degrees on the RIGHT side of zero is confirmation enough for this girl.
And finally, I have NOT forgotten about the bread baking cost breakdown, it’s coming, I’m just slow sometimes.
If you’re not going to use your imagination, this will never work. Work with me, people!
 *O.C.S. – Only Child Syndrome. Results in a profound inability to share, take turns, listen when others are talking, and take orders. It’s a blessing and a curse, really.