1. A coffeemaker.
2. Filters for the coffeemaker.
3. Coffee for the coffeemaker.
4. Coffee creamer. And a little pitcher-thing for the creamer. See also: Sugar bowl.
I should clarify here; I DO drink coffee at home, occasionally; I just drink the instant stuff, because who wants to screw with that coffeemaker bullshit? Too much effort. And I just throw some milk in, because a carton of half-and-half would go bad in my fridge approximately two years before I'd ever use it up. And as far as sugar, I just throw in a packet of Nutrasweet or whatever that shit that kills rats is. I do have some regular sugar; I use it in the hummingbird feeder in the summer, which means that the sugar on hand is less than a year old, so I'm safe there. But I did have to buy a sugar bowl. This is getting pricy.
5. Every last single ingredient for the cookies (except for the sugar), right down to the flour and baking soda, because while I do HAVE that stuff, I'm pretty sure it came with me in the move, meaning the shit's at LEAST a year-and-a-half old, and possibly older than that by ... several decades or so.
It's a good thing it's the 2010s and not the fifties, because I would've made a suck-ass housewife.
Oh, and of course, I REALLY wanted to have her over for beer and pizza, except:
1. I don't think she drinks.
2. There's that whole "pizza allergy" fiasco, which
3. means that I should probably just admit that I pretty much fail at this whole "neighbor" thing.
I wonder how she'll like the deer bone display.
I think at this point I should reconsider. Cut my losses before it's too late.
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You're an awesome neighbor!
Second that ...
Ha! Except for the whole "pizza-allergy" thing, and the "chase-the-neighbor-kid-up-the-street-in-my-sock-feet" thing, and the "why-won't-they-stop-parking-in-my-damn-driveway" thing ...
dang. :)
I don't think those things interfere with your awesomeness as a neighbor at all!
If you come to my house, I will offer you instant coffee or loose tea in a pretty pot, but I have no sugar. Or cream. Or milk. If you want it, you'll have to bring it. And you'll get store-bought sugar-free biscotti or pretzels. Or leftover meatloaf. Or a potato.
I am so very socially inept. Oh dear....
Well, ~~Silk, if I'm ever in your neck of the woods, we'll just have to go OUT to eat. Any good restaurants your way? :)
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