My brother hates a number of foods, among them mushrooms, fish, and sweet potatoes (I know?!?! what's wrong with him!?!?).. and when I had my family over for a little housewarming get-together, what did I make? Why butternut squash soup (with a healthy contribution of sweet potatoes), macadamia-panko tilapia, and mushroom raviolis with a mushroom-vodka sauce, of course. I wasn't intentionally setting out to make an entire meal that he would despise, it just happened that way. The thrilling thing though was that he didn't despise it. Although it was probably not his favorite meal of all time, he ate it and enjoyed it. I always think that's one of the most rewarding things- to be able to make someone reconsider something they thought they knew. Somehow, in the course of dinner, eating grass came up. A survey around the table said that my brother was the only one who had ever eaten grass (he swears it was entirely for experimental purposes) and we debated how many possible kinds of germs were probably in his body as a result. Well, after that conversation, I had to try it.. that's my only explanation for this:
And by the way. It tastes completely horrible.
My actual age notwithstanding, I think my carefree age is about 7.
Band-Aids On My Fingers (The Sad Result Of Not Being Able To Properly Handle A Knife)
Lovely execution of the signature A shot. Just saying.
Brass Multi-Chain Necklace (
Macys)
Twig (Mother Nature)
Betsey Johnson Lavender & Pink Socks (
Marshalls)
I love these pictures. A can really take them, no? It's the odd expressions that I love. I mean, they're all very me, but it's rare that someone can both bring out those sides of me and manage to capture them.
The band name 'The Music' has to be the worst ever as far as finding music is concerned. So difficult. I wonder if it was intentional. The lyrics of the song do not match the mood of the post, but it's an awesome song.
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