Anywhere? I stared at the spice rack in awe. I tore through the cabinet. I tore through the pantry. I stared at the spice rack again. I tore through the fridge. NONE. It's not THERE. HOW is there no garlic in my house?
WHAT KIND OF WORLD IS THIS???
I am illogically upset by this. I popped a Xanax and felt better. But now I feel hyperventy again reminiscing.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
WHYTHEFRICKISTHERENOGARLICINMYHOUSE???
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6 comments:
OMG! We hoard the garlic at our house. I can't stand to run out.
Well run me over some, will you? I still want my potatoes.
Idao is potatoes. I'm in Washington--that would be apples.
I've got potatoes. I don't have any garlic. Apparently you do in Washington.
Although you can bring apples too.
I love you.
You are being anonymous JUST to piss me off. And then you try to sell me your 'love'.
I don't carry three fifty on me.
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