Further investigation via screenshots:
We are not alone! I kinda love that he said what the french toast.
Other words that are apparently not words:
That's all I can think of.
The other day my boss asked me what was on my toast, I told her peanut butter. She said oh ok, it looked different. Another girl who was in the kitchen at the same time piped up 'she put it on hot' and they were all like ohh ok that's weird. WTF? Is this a thing? Am I supposed to wait for my toast to cool down before I spread some gooey PB on it? Then my toast will be cold. It makes no sense. Please explain. That shit cray and weird.
Side note: I only like PB on bread or toast, or toasted bagels. I don't like peanut butter flavoured things, I don't like peanut butter and chocolate, I don't like it I don't I don't.
Is anyone else having issues with bloglovin lately? It's not marking my posts as read when I open them - I have to either hit mark as read, and then open it, or I have to mark the blog / group as read. Very annoying when you have like 100+ posts to read, I normally open like 2 or 3 at a time every half hour or so depending on what I am doing at work, but this is just making it super annoying and ragey and I want to throw my computer. Anyone else?
Sometimes I want to write irregardless because I think it's funny and I am trying to be funny (side note where the fudge is the red squiggly line for irregardless because IT IS NOT A WORD WTF) but I don't want you all to think I don't know it's a word. So I don't. But I want to. Irregardless of what I want to do, I don't. Ha! I did it - ps it was a joke and I know it's not a word.
As you know, I have been watching a lot of HGTV and it makes me sad that no-one will come to my neck of the woods and make me a pretty house. I promise I wouldn't argue with you, Drew & Jonathan. I will go with whatever house you think is the best, Chip and Joanna. Hilary and David, come on out - we would love our house and all the pretty things Hilary would do, but you can't change the location which is our main issue, but we won't tell them that will we? Pretty please won't you come to where I want to live and renovate a crappy house for me? I'll love you foooeevvaaah.
It's a really sad day (or a good day, however you want to look at it) when I have nothing in my 'online shopping' folder. See below just to see how sad.
That's all from me folks. The title of this post is a joke. Good day to you. I SAID GOOD DAY! Ok, I stole that from Steph because it makes me laugh every.damn.time. But really, have a good humpday y'all.