Mike, my fabulous boyfriend, discovered today that you can make your own Google turkey!
Check it out here! In the meantime, here are Mike and my respective birds:
Google goes fowl
Double take
I was very confused a minute ago when I saw a Whole Foods e-mail update advertising “Win our Thanksgiving panty faves!”
Odd.
Wait, on second reading, that says “pantry” … er, right.
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A plus B does not equal C
Fried eggs smell like farts, and farts smell bad. So why do I like the smell of fried eggs, when the smell of the latter sometimes makes me want to vomit?
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Procrastination method of the day
In an effort to dodge my professional project this morning, I went ahead and had a little honey tasting contest.
The organic variety beat the generic store brand by a long shot.
(If you have any better procrastination ideas, I’d love to hear them. Obviously, I’m running out of options.)
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Courtney in the kitchen
Turns out that making pineapple salsa involves more than taking store-bought canned salsa and adding store-bought canned pineapple.
Just so you know …