Friday Flotsam

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I’ve been saying “crud” a lot lately. CRUD. Like when a coupon expires or when you run out of Metamucil. “Well crud!”

Actually, it started a good bit before Corona. Back in February. Who says crud, though? I mean, my mom says crud. She says dern, too. “Well dern!” THAT is my childhood right there.

But like, why crud? What does that word even represent? Is it a mix of something? Crap and dud? And you guys, I’m not saying it in response to the current news. Crud doesn’t belong there. But it flows so easily from my mouth hole and I am not understanding this. “Well crud!”

I suppose I do wear a visor with tennis shoes and bare ankles, so. Okay.

Do you say crud? And if you do, are you okay with it? Can you look yourself in the mirror at the end of the day? Because it’s becoming pretty dern easy for me.

Crud I said dern!

Okay, this is what I think about. (you’re like, “oh here we go.”)

You KNOW someone in Hollywood has already bought the rights to the Coronavirus movie. I mean how fast do you think that happens?! And I bet you the money I’m not making this year that they’re writing it right now. Today, this moment. Every bit of news that pours in they’re jotting down, taking notes, making the graphs and the tables and writing the SCRIPT. I bet they’re even casting. Do you think they’ll ask Gwyneth again? Hahahah! oh.

Aaron told me that when anything interesting happens, and someone happens to witness it, they can run over and ask for the rights to the movie and have the happenee sign a piece of paper. A waiver or release of some sort. Do you think he’s full of crud?

Tell me what to bake this weekend! It’s COLD. Dropped to the mother-cruddin’ 30s overnight. This ain’t cool, Mama Nay Nay.

I’ve already baked bread. I’m thinking something on the slightly sweeter side. Using ricotta or bananas or chocolate chips or all of that.

Got anything good? What are you baking? Something cast iron skillety and rustic? Give me ideas, dern it!

(I’m not yelling at you.)

Okay, we watched Tiger King. And guys, that Carole lady totally fed her man to the tigers. Without a doubt. Did you catch her eye flutter and quick glance to the upper right corner? GUIL-TAY.

Is it being said, or am I making this up that since that show release, the police in Florida are getting leads on her husband’s disappearance every day?? Is that true? I need to see her BUSTED, pronto.

Also, all I could think when looking at creepy grody Doc Antle was I bet you anything Tim Robbins based his High Fidelity character on him. I mean, LOOK.

That’s all.

Weekend plans? HAAAA!

I’m going to finish Bookends and dive right into In a Dark, Dark Wood. And bake! And finish week one of official homeschooling. And deep clean a few drawers. And maybe wash my hair.

I SAID MAYBE.

(From this week: Food, books and music . . . oh my?)

xx – b