AW TUM.

Sometimes we are all speaking the same language... but we aren't really communicating.



Sometimes I wonder if we know how peculiar we truly are when our lives are accidentally observed by others.

For instance... I cannot imagine ever getting into a line at Sobeys with approximately two dozen large cans of apple juice, a dozen cans of tomato juice, another dozen cans of assorted fruit juices... then produce a bunch of rain checks for a "2 for 1" promotion, only after the cashier has rung everything through... necessitating a supervisor to come and reverse the purchases then re-enter everything under the promotion rate. Then realize that the total is still more than I'm willing to spend and so... yep, supervisor again, reverse the purchases, new total... etc., then demand everything be double bagged.



It would be more understandable and less sad if not for the fact that almost exactly the same thing happened the very next time I was in line at Sobeys. This time with about two dozen boxes of some granola type cereal... this time the yuppie lady only questioned the final total and the goth cashier said, "Check the receipt for yourself then." It's all too easy to love a glum blunt girl under these conditions.

All was rescued when the stew I made without a recipe looked like real stew.

Stewing Pork
4 potatoes
1 sweet potato
1 turnip
1/2 bag of shredded carrot
1/2 container of beef broth
water
savory
white pepper
salt
basil.

EAT IT.