Brownie Points

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Princess's Mr. Man has proven to be quite charming this time around, definately garnering himself a few well-deserved brownie points.

He told me that he thought I had lost weight, completely out of the blue. A sure-fire way to make me instantly love you and talk about you on my blog.

He brought the flowers which had been delivered to my home, to my office. So, my flowers are now sitting proudly on my desk, guarding me from the Jealous Cow.

Let's just hope these brownie points are spiked. With something.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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