I maintain I have a pretty sunshiny view on life. This in spite of the fact that I am a pregnant woman, hence I am prone to making my complaints known (or as I like to see it making “gentle observations.”)
This morning’s observation: why in the FUCK does a bagel have to have a hole in the middle? Delicious whole wheat bagel with your 2.4 grams of fiber why must you complicate matters with your hole? I am a capable woman. A smart woman. And yet daily the spreading of my also oh so delicious grape jelly on a bagel is enough to make me want to kill a motherfucker. Why? Why the hole? You serve no purpose! (Incidentally I am a capable googler.) Continue reading
Excitement on the side 