If there was ever any doubt about me being crazy, let me assure you--I am.
I ate brussels sprouts last night. It seems that there should be an "h" in front of "ate" but there's not. I ate brussels sprouts. Even worse, they weren't half bad. In fact--gulp--I actually liked them.
I am crazy.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Further Proof of Craziness
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Wait a minute!
How did you survive the smell while cooking them? I cannot abide the odor of those things. They smell awful!
I'd rather eat cake.
I would also rather eat cake...any kind of cake. Mmmmmmm. Cake. The sprouts didn't stink too bad--I made them in the microwave in a corningware dish. Maybe the lid kept the stink factor inside?
I can't believe we're actually discussing this. Disgusting. We should disown you as a Sister. (Except we love you so we won't. Also, we would then have to change the name of this blog, and that's way too difficult).
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