While shopping online and rationalizing that Dad and I already have all the junk that we could ever need, save for the minor annoyances of items that could have been different sizes, etc, and for one hour, the 2018 midterm elections results show that Team Red holds Senate while Team Blue holds House.
I do NOT know the difference other than that I’m still under and unemployed. I guess the Old Soul is correct that: voting does NOT give the value of utility. I’m seeing the bleary-eyed humanz yakking non-stop and hearing how they are slowing down and stumbling over their words.
I guess I’m done for now.
Oh, and my chicken adobo for dinner tonight was tasty! Dad said it tasted sweet, meaning the special ingredient in ANY recipe is the almighty SUGAR! Das Squirrel liked my chicken adobo.
I told him NOT to eat the skin but he ate the skin. The sauce had lots of oil from the skin and I didn’t have time to freeze the sauce and remove the frozen solid oil in time prior to serving dinner.
Dad ate both beef neck bones and said that the soup was too much. He didn’t understand that I could use the extra soup for the next batch of beef neck bones. He’s riding on my last nerves.
Dad has the nerve to get irritated. He answered the front door and received a cardboard box, thinking that it belongs to Das Squirrel, who said he doesn’t spend too much anymore. Yeah, right.
Dad is short-circuiting as I have to raise my voice to snap him outta his stubborn shell. (I believe that is why the women get loud because the guys are too tuned out and laid back to get things done around the house. There’s a YouTube video that appeared on my Recommended list – about men and women can’t be friends, which is true.)
Anyway, Das Squirrel said that I should have applied a small layer of frosting to the cupcakes! See? I want to be as simple as possible. But, no! The differences are apparent – he suggested that the frosting balances out or gives more moisture to an already super moist cake.
WTF? I don’t care for voting or frosting! God!
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