I was making beef stew the first day in the apartment. I added some flour to the gravy, and finished cleaning up just before my staffing. That's where all of my instructors meet in the board room and talk about me while I'm there. So, I finish cleaning up just before my case worker arives to get me. Keep in mind, this is a fully sighted woman. So I get to my staffing, and no one says anything, but as I'm leaving, Jolene informs me in more well-mannered terms that my tits are absolutely covered in flour. Sue never told me. I don't need to draw any more attention to them! Lol! Hugs!
Oh, this is an easy one. About three years ago, my former roommate had bought some french toast sticks. I got up to get ready for work, all geared up to enjoy some of them. I saw that they were all individually rapped, which, I thought was interesting since they don't usually come like that. I warmed them up, and found them to be disgusting. They tasted like they already had syrup on them, but they were gross. Later that evening, I told my roomie how nasty they were and how I thought it was cool that they were individually rapped. So, she goes to the freezer, hands me a stick and asks if that particular item was what I'd warmed up. When I told her that yes, it was, she informed me that what I'd warmed up were ice cream sandwiches, not French toast sticks.
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Date: 2007-04-04 02:42 pm (UTC)p.s. haven't talked to you in a while, how are you?
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