we're all making our own sense of things
‘No,’ she said as she poured the lettuce down the sink, ‘we aren’t having salad today.’
heh. you’ve been in my fridge, haven’t you?
No I said, we wont be having pumpkin roasted, or even souped. It just walked out of the fridge on it’s own hairy legs.
Smear the lettuce on your bedroom wall, and you will think that $1600 is a cheap price to rid you of the memory.
Actually, that faux marble effect may well have been made by a previous generation of radishes whirling soggily around the room trying to escape the Mould Monster.
Yes indeed, liquid lettuce. The world is divided into those of us who knew immediately what ThirdCat was talking about and those of you who clean out your fridges once a week.
From time to time, some of us gingerly retrieve a plastic bag full of green liquid from its hiding place at the back of the fridge and have no idea what sort of vegetable it used to be. I am impressed that ThirdCat knew it was an ex-lettuce.
I’d call that a smoothie.
I’ve spent almost a month on single sentence posts, and none have been as good as this!
Makes mental note to check fridge when she gets home.
And spongy cucumbers. Yum.
you certainly HAZ been tipping away that lettuce for a long long time.
how the hell did I let your blog get so far behind ? As long as you last cleaned the fridge, I suspect..
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