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July 19, 2007

Day Four

We're on day four of living life as (mostly) herbivores. That's right, folks - we've gone vegetarian. My cholesterol was 295, and we'd been toying with the idea of cutting out meat anyway, so here we are.

So far nobody has died from lack of meat, but tonight is normally MARK'S PIZZA AND WINGS night. If I survive the evening on crock pot vegetarian chili, I will post again.

If not, you will finally understand the ooey-gooey-life-sustaining goodness that IS Mark's Pizza.

January 08, 2007

Clouds in my coffee

I want to do this for my next job. Delicious relaxation, plus, coffee all day.

Two days ago, Elizabeth dazzled me by counting to 14 while we drove home from the store. Just to amuse myself, I shouted to her, "Again, in Spanish!"

She dazzled me again by counting from 1-5 in Spanish.

And an Eliza-tude Picture for you to enjoy:
cottage03.jpg

October 09, 2006

it's just FOOD!

Dammit.

I watched the Pillsbury bake off last night and found out that first prize is ONE MILLION DOLLARS. I'm SO entering.

I just need to learn how to cook, because, unfortunately, cooking seems to be a BIG part of winning the loot.

Dammit.

August 06, 2006

Preserving the Summer

This afternoon will be one of many pickle-making afternoons at the Piper homestead over the upcoming weeks. Today I'll be making this kind, and Brian will make his traditional bread-and-butters (which are extremely popular because they're so delicious). I've made the Martha green tomato bread-and-butters before and they're divine too. This year we have far too many tomoatoes, and unless we do something now, while they're green, we're going to be overrun with ripe ones in a few weeks. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing better than home-canned tomotoes, or homemade tomato pie (I tried to find a recipe online, but can't find the right now - so I will post it later), but there really can be too much of a good thing.

The corn is on - we picked a few ears last night, but they were too young. We have WAY too much yellow squash and zucchinii? We're planning to sneak around town late one night, visit all the roadside farm stands, and make zucchini and yellow squash deposits. We only planted four plants each - and now we know: ONE plant is more than enough.

We've started harvesting all of the zucchini and squash flowers, coating them with bread crumbs, stuffing them with jalepeno cheddar, and deep-frying them. Not terribly healthy, but bleeping DELICIOUS, and it cuts down on the number of squash we have to deal with! (I don't even LIKE squash!)

So, if anyone wants some squash, beans, corn, zucchini, okra or tomatoes, please feel free to come raid our garden. PLEASE!

May 23, 2006

Life Update


* I've been on a Vincent D'onofrio kick lately, so I watched Full Metal Jacket last night for the first time. What a versatile actor he is. I was impressed. The background music (especially toward the end while searching for the sniper) was terribly appropriate and really enhanced the whole film.

* I managed to keep off the ten pounds I lost while sick, and am now down to a comfortable size 10 (meaning a size 10 is a bit loose on me and not skin tight). I'm one size away from my goal weight. It's so funny that I look in the mirror and see myself as much heavier than I actually am. I didn't realize this until I saw video of myself last night and was utterly shocked to see that I'm actually not anywhere near the size I see when I look in the mirror. Isn't that bizarre?

*E-Beth is now a walking maniac. Overnight she decided that crawing was for idiots, stopped carrying her toys in her mouth, put them in her hands, and Franken-walked across the room. She can say "Thank you" and "please." Thank you sounds like "Den-ooo" and please sounds like "dat." It's highly possible (and likely) that when she is pointing at the chocolate ice cream and saying "dat," she is actually NOT saying "please," but is instead saying "give me THAT." Whatever. Who cares. As long as we can share chocolate ice cream, we're both happy campers.

* I've been writing a book in my mind and at first I thought it was brilliant, but then I had second thoughts. I've written books in my head before and thought they were brilliant, when in reality, they sucked. For example, the apocolyptic comedy I wanted to write about hibernating yetis in my backyard. . . Yeah. . . We'll pretend that one never entered my brain. However, I emailed the outline to my friend Krista, who I trust to be absolutely honest with me about everything. If the story sucked, she'd tell me. Plus, she's an excellent writer herself, so I value her opinion. She read it and said I should put it on paper. I will do so.

* This Saturday I will be meeting with a woman who has a collection of over 2000 historical garments and has written books on historical textiles. She'll teach me much and I've been eagerly awaiting our appointment.

* My cheeks are rosy. People tell me I look like I have a healthy, sunny glow, but it's just rosacea and I hate it. I want nice pasty, pale cheeks to match the rest of pasty, pale me. I'm going to the doctor to see what they can do. I hate not being able to stay in the sun for more than five minutes without looking like a lobster.

* The garden is tilled and seedlings have sprouted. They will be placed into the earth this weekend. In a few short weeks, peas, beans onions and radishes will be ready. I love fresh vegetables from the garden.

May 10, 2006

Thee good, the bad and the ugly

What's good: A giant, heaping spoonful of creamy, delicious Fluff, right from the tub. It's good for what ails you.

What's bad: Fourteen Fluff spoonful chasers.

What's downright ugly: Washing it all down with 12 ounces of Heluva Good French Onion Dip and a Slimfast shake.

April 07, 2006

End of the week. FINALLY.

TGIF. Seriously. This has been a bad week - and y'all know that I'm an obnoxiously upbeat person. So many things went wonky this week and I'm glad it's over. A few really excellent things happened this week though. Over the summer we'll fill you in - but needless to say, there are some wonderfully exciting things happening with the business. Plus, I lost five pounds WITHOUT drinking Slimcrap. Color me salad happy green.

Elizabeth continues to improve and paint the walls fun colors with her food.

Our babysitter, Colleen, is SO fabulous. With her coming to our house mornings to watch the Elizacritter, I've been able to get ahead with orders - more ahead than I've been since before E-Beth was born. And that means I will have time to FINALLY start working on the newly licensed
Nene Thomas, Jessica Galbreth, and Jonathan Bowser gowns. I'm terribly excited about that.

And finally, for my fine fabriholic friends, Fashion Fabrics Online is offering some great discounts on fabrics. I saw some naturals in the bargain bin section, and they have the 10-pound box o' fabric loveliness for $29.99 in the clearance section - good stuff. Please buy it so I'm not tempted.

Hey! Have a GREAT weekend!

April 06, 2006

Life Taxes

Tonight is Tax Check Night. We're getting Mark's Pizza and eliminating the unbearable burden of having a full savings account by depleting it and sending it to our government. Yay, us.

Highlights of this past week:

* Spaghetti-os turn everything orange, but most especially white highchair trays, Tupperware, babies and everything babies touch. Time to repaint the kitchen.

* Babies hate having their faces washed, especially if their face is dyed orange and impossible to clean. Babies with orange faces are still cute.

* Our babysitter's (Colleen) son David awoke yesterday and much to his dismay, there was a fine layer of snow on the ground. He was very upset and voiced his disappointment, "But summer just wasn't long enough!"

* The "Come Pick Up My Damn Mail" button on the USPS site is the Greatest. Thing. Ever. With that and online fabric shopping, it's gotten so that I don't have to leave the house anymore. If I didn't crave sunshine and fresh air so much, I'd probably be a recluse.

* Instant Messenger is a serious time suck and highly addictive, especially when you've got a new friend who like stalking antique clothes on eBay as much as you do! It has been deleted from my machine.

* The thought of Mark's pizza makes Tax Check Night almost bearable.

March 14, 2006

Chocolate Bribery and Criminals on the Loose

Wow, if I had known that offering chocolate in exchange for comments was going to be so successful, I would have done it LONG ago!

Because I'm a woman true to my word, if you want a chocolate as a comment bribe, here is what you have to do:
1) Make a comment on this blog entry
2) send me an email with CHOCOLATE typed in the subject line
3) type your mailing address in the body of the email
4) email all your friends and tell them about this clever bribe
4) wait for chocolate.

My own disclaimer: Comments only count once. And, realistically, I'm probably not going to mail more than 50 pieces of chocolate, especially when I'm on a SLIMCRAP diet, so if you're number 51, you may want to decide whether or not it's even worth the effort.

So. On we go.

Today I had to go visit my not-so-favorite fabric store. I was driving along Route 390, heading toward Henrietta and I noticed two police cars on my side of the highway. At the next U-Turn, two more police cars were parked, and not 500 yards beyond that, two more were parked on the opposite side of the highway.

As I rounded the bend, another two policemen were again, parked on my side of the highway, another two at the next U-Turn, and another two on the opposite lane. My exit was approaching, so I veered off 390, exited and stopped at the light at the end of the off-ramp. Two more policmen were parked at the end of the off-ramp.

I turned left to head toward the fabric store, and another police car was parked in the "wasted nothingness" lane on the bridge over 390. Another policeman was parked at the onramp to 390.

I came home and excitedly told Brian about all the policemen out on 390 today, and said, "I was sure that there must have been some sort of horribly scary criminal on the loose!"

Brian laughed and said, "There was!"

Rochester's headline for this morning: click here

March 12, 2006

Chicken Soup for the Sour Daddy

I'm hungry.

We took Elizabeth to the cast party last night and she did this crazy crawl-crab-scoot across the floor, with both hands working in a flurry or motion, one knee crawling, and one foot planted firmly on the floor, attempting to run. With this setup, I was certain she's scoot herself in circles, but she kicked-ass across the dance floor and did us proud. Until she vomited all over Daddy from all the scooting/running-children excitement. We hosed Elizabeth down, put her in her pretty pink pajamas and she was happy as a puppy in six-pack of giggling babies. Daddy, however, smelled like sour puke.

We stayed on about 45 minutes longer, but by then the exhausted kiddo was melting down with screams and elephant tears that would have broken even the greenest Grinch heart. We arrived home at 9 pm - two hours past E-Beth's normal bedtime. She slept straight through 'till 8 am. Yeah, that's my perfect baby. Eat your heart out, Erin.

It's kind of grey and gloomy today, and Brian has a lingering sinus infection, so I'm cooking up a hearty crock of peppercorn and garlic-infused chicken soup. I've got an annoying ten pounds of fat stuck on my ass that I can't wiggle off, so I'm feasting on Slimfast (sans m&ms) "shakes" for the next few weeks. They aren't so bad if you plug your nose, don't breathe and swallow quickly. At this point I'm absolutely desperate to get rid of this weight before summer hits, and I'm willing to try just about anything. Slimfast is 'just about anything.'

So, summer plans include:
Take E-Beth to the Zoo/Park/Playground/Library many times
Camping in the Adirondacks
Legally change my birthday year to 1978
Get my Civil War wardrobe finished (handsewing rocks)
Participate in some reenacting events (No, Brian, you don't HAVE to go)
Volunteer at
Genesee Country Village and take a few classes
Kayak the Erie Canal from Rochester to Syracuse
Start up two new businesses/websites. Details to follow. . . .

Darn, that soup smells reallllllllly tasty. . . .

Sorry. Can't think anymore. The Slimfast has sucked my brains dry and all I can think about is how good that soup smells.

If I bribed everyone with chocolate, would more people comment on my blog?

March 09, 2006

Just Now Conversation

The scene: Our living room. Kiddo is napping. Brian is nearly comatose on the couch with a deadly virus (a cold), heating pad strapped to his face, and headphones larger than two super-size-huge Cinnabons nestled over his ears (Howard Stern, you know).

I ask:
Have you eaten lunch?

no

You should. How about soup? You need to eat.

Have YOU eaten lunch?

Why, yes. Actually I have.

What did you have?

A Slim Fast diet shake and fourteen handfuls of m&ms

February 22, 2006

Now with FLAVACOL

My box of scrumptious Flavacol arrived the other day and it's every bit of movie theatre goodness I had hoped it would be. We ate it for three nights in a row and then our bodies exploded in a mass of vomit and other unspeakable disgustingness.

Was it the Flavacol or was it bad shrimp?

I'll let you tomorrow. We've returned to the evening Flavacol ritual, and tonight will be the second "third night." So far, so good.

And it

Really.

Is.

Good.

::::dies of Flavacol deliciousness::::

February 09, 2006

Death of a Seamstress

"I've found it!"

"What? The million dollars I lost yesterday?"

"No. Something much more important!"

"Well? What is it?"

"The secret ingredient in movie theater popcorn! It's something called Flavacol."

"Hmmmm. Flavacol? That sounds a little chemically-inspired, don't you think?"

"Yeah, probably. But It's the secret ingredient! The SECRET INGREDIENT! And I'm buying 35 ounces of it!"

"How much of it will cause cancer in lab rats?"

"Ummm. Probably 35 ounces. "


At least he'll be able to cash in on that million dollar bank account I opened yesterday.

October 25, 2005

Halloween Heaven

Why I love my husband and my ass hates him:

I asked him to go to the store and buy some candy for the Halloween party we are throwing on Saturday.

The man returned with THIRTY POUNDS of candy.

That's right, folks. THat would be SIX 5-pound bags of Laffy Taffy, nerds, Runts, Snickers, Reeses, Almond Joys, DOTS, Sweet Tarts, Bottle Caps, M&Ms, Junior Mints, Twix, Tootsie Rolls and Charleston Chews.

Oh, how I love that man.

Peace, till next

August 30, 2005

Screaming crops

Brian has uploaded some seriously funny video clips of our kiddo. If you're up for a laugh, check them out.

This one is E-Beth feeding the seagulls. See if you can tell who is making the best bird noises - E-Beth or the seagulls!

And this one is a game Brian plays, called "The Choking Game." Before you start dialing the Choked Child Hotline, hang up. Redial, and then call the Choked Husband Hotline. I'm sure Brian would enjoy a mini-vacation at the Choked Husband Recovery Hospital.

And the garden. And the veggies.

It's been a bumper crop this year - and WOW, do I feel like Farm Girl USA having said that.

Peace, till next

March 15, 2005

pop-pop-pop goes the - ah, forget it.

Popcorn is one of my very most favorite foods in the world. I don't like that fake microwave popcorn too much, so I make my buttery bowlfuls from scratch. As a kid, my Dad taught me how to make the perfect pan of popcorn from scratch - you need a big old pan, a bit of coconut oil in the bottom, just enough corn to cover the bottom of the pan, two potholders and a wooden spoon.

Turn up the heat and get the oil all sizzly, pour in the corn, stir constantly - don't stop! - wait for a few kernels to popopopop, cover quickly, and start the shakydance. Never stop shaking.

Never.

Keep shaking until the popping starts to slow a bit, remove from the heat, KEEP SHAKING - and wait for the popopopopopping to stop completely. Once it has stopped, lift the cover and let the steam out, dump into a bowl, salt, pour your big glass of orange juice, and dive in.

Perfect corn EVERY time. I have never burned a single batch of corn in my life, thanks to Dad's teachings.

Anyhoo, here's my new recipe for homemade popcorn:

HOW TO MAKE POPCORN FROM SCRATCH WITH A NEWBORN IN THE HOUSE:

Rock baby to sleep. Carefully move her to the room furthest from the kitchen, so as not to wake her from enthusiastic popcorn shakydancing noises.

Tiptoe back to the kitchen and look for the popping pan.

See that the sink is filled with dirty dishes - including the popcorn pan - because the only thing you have time or energy to clean has nipples.

Debate with yourself: Which is more work: Washing the popcorn pan or digging through the disaster of a cupboard for another pan.

Peek into dirty pan and see encrusted sauerkraut

Open cupboard and eleventeenthousand pounds of tupperware falls out.

Close cupboard door quickly, pray that the sleeping baby hasn't been disturbed by the tupperware avalanche

Shut off kitchen light and go to bed. Popcorn is overrated anyway.

Peace, till next

January 03, 2005

I am not going insane

I am not going insane. I do not want an enormous turkey club sandwich with extra mayonnaise and crispy bacon, with extra turkey, mayonnaise and bacon on the side. Pizza is BAD. Chocolate cake is for sinners. Cheesecake will destroy your life and you will wind up living in a cardboard box. I don't need General Tso's chicken to make my life complete. Donuts are over-rated, especially when they are Krispy Kremes. Cardboard is perfectly good food. If it's good enough for hamsters, it's good enough for me.

I am not going insane. Four channels of local television, including the finest ghetto-Jerry-Springer-type-programming-America-has-to-offer is magnificent. Who needs cable? Cable is for the weak.

I am not going insane. 10 minutes of daily allotted Dialup internet is more than enough for the average American. Five minutes to download SPAM and unwanted porn emails, three minutes to delete them, leaving two minutes to respond to friends and loved ones. Sure, that's enough. DIE SPAMMERS, DIE!!!!!!!

I am not going insane. My fingers aren't twitching from sewing withdrawal. My mind isn't becoming an empty, cavernous void from lack of use. I drool because it's healthy. The blank stare is healthy. Sedentary living is healthy. Peeing in a big red jug should be the highlight of everyone's day. Convince yourself and others will believe too. . . . .

I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. I am not going insane. . . . . . .

Peace, till next

September 01, 2004

Eat this

I am, quite possibly, the worst cook on earth. I know why I am a horrible cook, yet I do nothing to help myself (or my poor unsuspecting "taste testers" - namely Brian and Skye).

I am a lousy cook because:

A) I don't pay enough attention to what I'm doing.
B) I experiment too much.
C) I substitute with reckless abandon.

Normally creativity works for me - but when it comes to matters of the kitchen, I lose all judgement (and taste) and it rarely works in my favor.

A) PAY ATTENTION:
Heather's great Thanksgiving chocolate pie
Ingredients:
One pre-made pie crust (Yes, I cheat)
Instant chocolate pudding mix
Can-squirt whipped topping (more fun than Cool Whip)

Directions: Mix pudding, dump into pie crust, cover with whipped topping.

However, if you pay attention, you should notice that the pie crust has an almost invisible CLEAR PLASTIC COVER over it. If you remove it BEFORE you fill it with chocolate pudding, it tastes much better, and you won't break your teeth off on the plastic.

Also, if you make the pie the night before Thanksgiving, DO NOT SQUIRT THE WHIPPED TOPPING ONTO THE PIE UNTIL JUST BEFORE SERVING. Otherwise you will wind up with pudding soup with a white watery substance floating on top.

B) USE CAUTION WHEN EXPERIMENTING
Heather's Spicy Squitter Soup
Ingredients
Water
Meat base
Variety of veggies
Pasta
Variety of spices, including peppercorns.

Directions:
Dump into pot and boil

Note: Just because you read on the internet that peppercorns are a GREAT food for fighting off colds and other viruses, don't assume that "the more the merrier." A whole box of peppercorns should last a long time - like a LIFETIME. Very spicy, and very cleansing.

C) SUBSTITUTE INGREDIENTS WISELY
I have learned that the following items should never be substituted for one another:

Peanut butter instead of beef
Vegemite instead of peanut butter
Powdered milk instead of baking soda
Mayonnaise instead of marshmallow fluff (REALLY bad when making fudge)
Chunks of white bread instead of pasta
A1 Steak Sauce instead of molasses
Potatoes instead of apples
Flavored, unsweetened cool-aid instead of sugar
Jell-O instead of sugar
Paraffin wax and milk instead of butter
shredded baker's chocolate instead of hot cocoa mix

Now, last night my substitutions *finally* worked in my favor! I wanted to make a simple dish of scalloped potatoes and ham. Easy enough, right? Well, we were out of a few key ingredients: Milk and flour.

However, I'll have you know that you CAN make a decent batch of scalloped potatoes and ham without those two ingredients - all you need is about an extra 2 sticks of butter and Krusteaz buttermilk pancake mix! Voila! You've got creamy scalloped potatoes and ham without having to get off your lazy bottom and go to the store for milk and flour!

I'm all for that.

Of course, you'll die from clogged arteries within 10 minutes of eating it . . . But that's the risk you take when substituting. I consider myself somewhat of a culinary pioneer - Like Christopher Columbus, Emeril and Ron Popiel all mixed together.

Anyway - I digress. Or digest. Or something like that.

So the next time you're feeling adventurous, remember:

REMEMBER:
S eek out this article
U se a similar ingredient
B e experimental
S earch the Internet
T ry another recipe
I nvestigate your cookbooks
T ry calling your neighbor
U se this as a learning experience
T ake time to go to the store
E at out!

Peace, till next

July 28, 2004

Food obsessed

Now, don't get me wrong, Brian and I are both thrilled about being pregnant and we can hardly wait to bring our bundle of joy home from the hospital!

However, t here are good things to deal with, and there are not-really-bad-but-oh-so-hard-to-get-used-to changes to deal with. I'll cover a few of both.

You get treated like a Divine Goddess. Brian won't let me do anything - including carry groceries, jumping, walking, standing for long periods of time, laundry, bending, squatting or reaching. I've heard that all husbands are not like this, but my Briguy is a hero. He's treating me like royalty and I'm getting rather spoiled.

However, I'm not so good at "down time," or having to rely on others to do what I consider to be MY work, so this normally self-confident, self-sufficient person, who never worries about having to depend on another soul, is now having nightmares about "being a burden" to the family (namely Brian). I also have other weird dreams - but that's a totally new topic....

I'm not quite ANY size. I've taken on the shape of a box. I don't really look pregnant. I no longer have a waist. I can't button any of my regular pants, and maternity clothes aren't quite what I need yet. So I'm in that "Walmart sweatpants and Brian's tee-shirts" stage right now.

Food, glorious food. I have a list of about a thousand foods (or so it seems) that I have to eat every day. Normally I would be leaping for joy about being able to eat it all and not having to worry about weight gain - but:

A) Brian won't let me leap
B) None of it sounds appetizing because I'm queasy
B) I frequently throw it all up

So a giant calcium-rich cup of yogurt sounds gets the same digestive reaction as a giant cup of chilled snot.

A nice healthy plate of protein-rich meat looks like three-day old road kill to me.

The only thing I continuously crave is balogna sandwiches with cheap dill pickle chips and plain yellow mustard. I think I could live on them for the rest of my life.

October 06, 2003

Fat Tongue

It's a special wee hours of the morning blog entry:

It's Monday. It's dark. It's roughly three in the morning, or as my sister would call it: Oh-dark-thirty.

I'm awake because I'm itchy, and I'm wriggling around so much that I have almost hurled myself out of bed. My ears are on fire. Mid-scratch, nature made her call, and I stumbled to the bathroom. I stepped into the room and I heard this:

Skitter-skitt-skitter-skitter-skat-skat-skitter-skitter-sliiiiiiide-skit.

Translation: I am the thing nightmares are made of, and I'm directly over your head, ready to rip your face off.

Ohjaysusjinglingjehosephat.

There's a critter somewhere in the ceiling above my head. I'm in the dark, my ears are itching double-time for some weird reason, and I have to pee.

I blast on the light, look around, see nothing . . . But I can *hear* it. And the only thing I know about the shadow-creep-critter is: it ain't friendly, and it's gonna wait till I'm mid-pee to pounce on my head from some hidden corner of the bathroom.

I clear my throat to scare it away. I whistle. It quiets.

I make a mental note: throat feels funny

I pee - it starts to make noise again. I know it's preparing to attack me. I get scared. I finish, RUN back to bed, POUNCE back into bed and scream at Brian, who is sound asleep:

CHEESHUSHHH, BLIAN!!!! DERSH A LEEEEELLLLEEEE BIG FLEEEEEKINNN ANNNMALLLLLLl NNN DA THEEELINK!!!!!!

I make another mental note: That didn't sound right! - scratching ears - why do they itch so much???

Brian, freaked, waking up with a jolt: Huh? What? What did you just say?????

Me: DERSH A LEEEEELLLLEEEE BIG FLEEEEEKINNN ANNNMALLLLLLl NNN DA THEEELINK!!!!!!

Brian, sitting up: WHAT??????

Me: CHEEESH!!! MY TUNNNNN ISH ALLLL SLOLL-N UP!!!!! LOONK! IT FEEELSH HOOOOOOG!!

Brian: Oh my gosh! Look at your tongue!!! It's HUGE!

Me: DASH WHA I SHID!!!!!!!! AND DERSH A LEEEEELLLLEEEE BIG FLEEEEEKINNN ANNNMALLLLLLl NNN DA THEEELINK!!!!!!

Another mental note to self: Never again sushi.

Brian: Are you having an allergic reaction?

Me: Nesh, I tnink tho (nod, nod, nod) Cnnn ooo et me shum bndrllll?

Brian: Want some Benadryl?

Me: Nesh mleesh. (nod, nod, nod, and whispering): lut ar loo dunna doo amout dat leely big annnnmllll nnn da theelink?

Brian: Don't worry - go back to sleep.

********************************

Brain emails me this morning after he gets to work:

Did you call your sister yet and tell her:
"I can't berieve you mashe me eash sushi, and now my fashe ish all
shwollen..."

My response - no, but I called mom and she said "YOU BETTER GO TO THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE YOU WILL PROBABLY DIE!!!!!!"

(phone call with mom)

Me: Maaahhh I woooll me otay.

Mom: Heather, this isn't something to joke about! I'm going to call you in one hour to make sure you're ok. If you don't answer the phone, I'm sending an ambulance. YOU BETTER ANSWER THE PHONE!!!!!!

Me: Ohhh, foo peeees sake, maahhhh! I woooll meee fiiiiiiine!!!

(58 minutes later my phone rings. The caller ID tells me it's mom)

Me: (picking up the phone, screaming) AAAkkkkkkkk-aaaakkkkkk-JUOBFENMCU-CU-CU-ODAHOFF-N-MUFFERGOOM-BACKITITY-GABGOB!!!! (pause) (gag, gag, cough, cough, gassssssssssp)

(pause)

Mom, in her low, scary mom voice: Heather Lea, you should be utterly ashamed of yourself. You just gave your mother a heart attack. That was very unfunny.

Another mental note to myself: feel shame someday


Peash, 'tiw neckth.