Foooooorrrrrrrrrdaeeeee.
Let’s have a quick chat about something. And this is mildly controversial, given its popularity and current trending existence. I’m going to let you know gently where I stand. Very gently and very lightly, okay?
Butter boards.
NOOOOOOOOOO EWWWWWWWWW WHYYYYYYY?
Can this end? How can we end this? It is disgusting, unsanitary and barfy to see all over my IG feed all day long. Don’t get me wrong, I love butter. You know this. But all pap smeared all over a bacteria-ridden cutting board with odds and ends from your armpit sprinkled on top? Get out of here. No.
Please tell me I’m not alone in this. Please don’t ask me to make one. I cannot.
Tell me, where do you stand in this booger board trend? Hail naw or where’s the barf bag?
Speaking of armpits, I was at an estate sale yesterday with my friend Mindy and you’ll never guess what we saw in the bathroom. You’ll never guess!
POWDER. Like, a circular plastic pink powder container with a floral design on top and talcum powder in it with a puff thingy for your pits! And I almost died because I USED THAT GROWING UP. I feel like we’ve talked about this before. Have we? Well we’re going to talk about it again because pit powdering!
Did you powder your pits? My mom always said we needed to powder before deodorant so that it would stick and the devil couldn’t get in our pores. (not really, but maybe?) And I remember always saying it like one word: powderanddeodorant. Powderanddeodorant. One word.
Like cheeseonbread. That’s one word, too. Cheeseonbread. Powderanddeodorant.
I kicked the powder to the curb when I moved out, but kept the deo for the BO. Ha! Oh?
I almost bought the powder.
You guys, I have a huge announcement to make. Colossal really.
I’m NOW A SPORTS MOM WHAAAAAAAT. (I’m yelling a lot this morning, I realize.)
I signed Nat up for winter basketball last night. Basketball! Hahahahaha. (you know I love March Madness) My friend Anna walked me through every step because I’m a sports newbie and all the lingo is out of my league (no pun) and she was like, “You can do this! Click that part! No, it’s a drop down. Wrong school. Wrong age. Bev. That one! Breathe!”
She’s also on a waiting list for spring soccer, and my friend Mindy and I might be teaching (don’t make me say coaching do not make me) a girls running team in the spring. What the hell is happening. I would say I’m “leaning in” but I don’t feel like getting divorced today.
Will is perfectly content with guitar lessons and his Harry Potter world, so I’m not pushing it just yet.
I was on a basketball team for a tiny (and I mean tiny do you know me?) stint in elementary school, so it makes sense?
Hold me.
Oh! The apple sangria up there. This is what you’ll do:
- three or four sliced apples (any work)
- 1 bottle sauvignon blanc
- 1 bottle sparkling wine (prosecco is great!)
- 1/2 cup apple cider (a cider beer works as well)
- one sliced lemon
The end! Serve it over ice with maybe a sprig of rosemary. It’s SO refreshing. And you know, the longer it sits the longer the flavors marry. But honestly who has that patience? No one.
You do know that today is the last day of September and tomorrow begins pumpkin world, so you best dive in today! I mean tonight. I mean today.
Weekend plans?
I’m thrifting today! Halloween costumes are at the top of the list. We’re also trying out a new (to us) brewery with our friends for happy hour today, then coming home, getting cozy (I need to order firewood!) and watching Hocus Pocus 2. I put a spell on yeeeeew.
From this week: Skillet Orzo with Chicken and Olives and Tomatoes, oh my! And then yesterday we have Fish with a beautiful Bean Salad! Insane. Get in both.
Okay so yeah, how do we flush butter boards down the toilet? You in?
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