Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Gimme Some Sugar

Mutti, Di, and I went to Marshall's today looking for a tea kettle. We didn't find one, but we did find this wonderful sugar bowl. I love it. One spoonful or two?

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Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be 22. Don't call me 'fresh'; I'm not a potato. If I hear one more person say "Oh, you're so fresh!" I will commit bloody murder.

Isn't this sugar bowl lovely?

3 comments:

allisonmariecat said...

"You're so fresh!" Is that what kids these days are saying? Huh. Anyway, happy happy happy day for you!

Love the sugar bowl. I looooove teapots and accessories, but I don't make tea enough to justify a large collection, more's the pity. Maybe after I get Lilah off to college...

D.J. said...

What?!? Who the hell calls you fresh unless they're referring to your tremendous style or your sass? Oh well. Under the circumstances, perhaps it is better to be a "so fresh potato" than . . . something, I cannot precise say what at this moment, but something.

So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Already 22? Better put you in the root cellar soon so you don't shrivel and sprout! (is that better?)

birthday cheer & love, D.J.

Stefaneener said...

happy happy belated birthday.

I don't want to spend one minute thinking about what I would do if I were precisely half my age again. Sigh.