I'm Just Gonna Leave This Here...

i laughed harder at this than i have at anything in a long while. i love this. the end.

Too Far

ladies and gentlemen of the free world, the legging trend has gone too far.

today i walked mom to the train. it was a nice, brisk, autumn morning. totes norms. the sun was shining. the wind was blowing. and the leaves were falling like a classic new york movie. you know, a la "you've got mail". until i saw a man in the crosswalk.

he looked average. and then i noticed that he was wearing tighty-whities. how did i know that he was wearing tighty-whities? because i could see homeboy's underwear line through his super tight workout leggings. too far. too far.

make it stop.

Ironic

those of you who read this blog probably know this about me: i'm a decent cook. oh who are am i kidding here here with the "modesty" card? i'm a dang good cook! but i'm not really proficient in the ways of sweets and treats because i would rather eat savory food. so that's what i am really good at making. i make dinner for the parental most every night, but i don't make dessert. she doesn't complain or really make requests so it's a happy life for us both. yesterday i made an exception, because let's face it, my birthday is coming up and i'm trying to score points. don't judge.

she requested spagehtti and meatballs (one of my specialties) and i decided that i would make her some  jell-o for dessert because she really likes it. this led to a discovery of sorts.

 1) i've never made jell-o.
 2) i don't know how to make it.

 apparently, i screwed up the jell-o. in my defense, i hate anything that falls into the mysterious, gelatinous, or texturally uncertain category (such a category includes, but is not limited to: tripe, liver, jell-o, jelly beans, and rice pudding). so there it is. i can cook anything, except jell-o. and you that's not even cooking.