Friday Confessions

Well. I haven’t done much that was too heinous over here. I did think grumpy thoughts about getting up at 7:30 on Sunday to do the MS Walk, but then I did actually do it for charity, so I can excuse that. what I cannot excuse:

1) I ate a sausage and cheese McGriddle. It was absolutely sickly-sweet-chemical-laden and part of me loved that. This concerns me. People should find more natural food to be more delicious. If you can taste the chemicals, it shouldn’t taste good, right? Not so with the McGriddle. Yikes! It’s like my tastebuds are devolving.

2) This is a confession for something I am going to do. A, what, a confession-in-advance? Yeah. I am going to take a jar of pickled cockles to the Fringe tonight and coerce/bribe/convince people to eat them. And I am going to take pictures of it. Because I am sick. What? Pickled cockles, that’s right. They’re a Welsh delicacy. No. Really. If you want me to save you, some, just say so, because they’ll be going fast, oh yes they will!

What did everyone else get up to?

10 Comments to “Friday Confessions”

  1. By erin, May 2, 2008 @ 10:28 am

    I love McGriddles but I haven’t had one in years. It takes yummy but then gives me gut-rot. 🙁

    I spent money I shouldn’t have on books because I have discovered the joy that is buying online. It could turn into an addiction, if I’m not careful.

  2. By rachel, May 2, 2008 @ 2:47 pm

    Feh. ALL tastes and smells is chemicals.

    That said, I et a McGriddle once, and found it evil.

  3. By rachel, May 2, 2008 @ 2:48 pm

    And I DO want a pickled cockle, if you have enough to spare. Because that’s just the sort of thing I would love to eat.

  4. By Arwen, May 2, 2008 @ 6:09 pm

    That’d be the cockle from the middle of Mary Mary quite contrary’s shells?

    Which would lead me to believe that it’s pickled seafood? Please refrain from saving any for me.

    I confess to bad attitude and worse gas.

  5. By cheesefairy, May 2, 2008 @ 7:47 pm

    a dear friend of mine is going to be in town tomorrow for one day only and I swear I am going to forget to meet up with her. until I got to this here ‘blog, I had forgotten it was friday.

    I also confess to thinking mean things about my newborn son and his inability, 50% of the time, to open his mouth big enough to nurse. he just kind of licks, like I’ve got gigantic popsicles hanging off my body. especially at 3 am, the mean thoughts come.

    these two confessions are connected.

  6. By cheesefairy, May 2, 2008 @ 7:47 pm

    and holy shit it’s MAY??

  7. By Liz, May 2, 2008 @ 9:59 pm

    Erin, books are like food. If you need them, you need them and nothing can be said elsewise. However, beware the internet shopping. It can get expensive.

    Rachel, lots of pickled cockles for you if you want them. They’re sort of like a one-stop-shop for salt-n-vinegar and mollusk.

    Arwen, yes. Pickled seafood. None for you? No prob.

    Cheesefairy, you’ll remember, and I bet your youngest offspring will learn what to do with boob. At least I hope so. And yes. It is May. How did that happen? I do not know.

  8. By stephanie, May 3, 2008 @ 8:12 am

    I keep writing “Latin Impact” in my planner. I’m supposed to go to the class every Friday. It’s been a month and I haven’t gone. I just keep going home instead. Last, I upped it by instead of not just working out, I ate spaghetti and chocolate.

  9. By Liz, May 3, 2008 @ 8:51 am

    Stephanie, I assume that’s some kind of cardio where you sweat to salsas and rumbas and whatnot? Fear not, you’re back at the kickboxing. Besides, chocolate and spaghetti are medicinal.

  10. By elswhere, May 4, 2008 @ 3:16 pm

    So, if they’re pickled, I’m guessing they’re not alive, alive-oh.

    Mmm. I love pickled things, and I love shellfish. I’d try one.

    I confess to being about to lie down and nap indoors with the shades drawn on a sunny afternoon.

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