Individually wrapped bananas are a thing?! And I thought it was bad when, at my high school fencing meet, my mother sent my dad over from the snack bar to give me a banana that one of the other dads had saran wrapped. My male teammates thought it very symbolic.
I got a Crock Pot for Christmas, but it was too bulky for me to bring back with me on the train. My parents are coming to visit this weekend and are bringing it to me. Visions of chili have been dancing in my head since Christmas and I am SO EXCITED that it is finally almost here!!!
I just searched the internets and found no mention of his alleged Republicanism. Ergo, I choose to believe that that is not the case, as I, too, love Tom Brady.
As someone who grew up in the Boston area, I find it hilarious that you mention Condom World! I remember going there with some friends in high school...we didn't buy anything and giggled the whole time. It was like, a coming of age ritual at my school.
Now that we're older, my friends and I know that Good Vibrations in Brookline is much better.
Ugh, something similar to that happened to me lately. I was on the silent car of a train, and this couple from another car who were apparently taking their very loud, very young child out for a walk around the train kept letting her run up and down the aisles of the silent car. I felt ragey.
I think the fact that the Patriots have, and have had cheerleaders throughout their many victories, effectively disproves this incredibly stupid theory.
I watched this last night with my boyfriend and he thought Shanna and Ryan's awkward kissing was so hilarious that he spent the rest of the night trying to kiss me like that.
I'm with you on fruity beers. I had one recently called Aphrodite Fruit Beer that was amazing, can't find it anywhere. I also had Abita Purple Haze recently and loved it, but my favorite fruit beer has got to be Ithaca Beer Company's Apricot Wheat. Try it when it comes out again in the summer!
The various cloggings are pretty straightforward, but the rest of the grandpa/cat story is great! So, my grandpa, having been the one who locked the neighbor's cat in the garage with the turkey in the first place, decides that HE WILL HAVE HIS REVENGE. So he gathers my dad and uncles together like a gang, grabs a broom, and tells them to open the garage, and when the cat comes out, he'll hit it with the broom. No sooner do my uncles open the garage door than the cat, clearly still hungry from being locked in the garage for so long, despite the turkey, bolts out before my grandpa can even move. Hi-larious!
There was a period of time between 1992 and 2008 when we never went to my grandparents' house for Thanksgiving. That's because Thanksgiving of 1992 was the most sitcom-y disaster ever. My uncle clogged the toilet, my dad and my other uncle clogged the sink with potato peels, and to top it off, my grandpa accidentally locked the neighbors cat in the garage with the turkey, which it then ate.
Yes, this point bothered me too! I entered in my college's address, and in the case of every bomb the map told me I would survive. However, this seems unlikely to me, as my college is across the street from the Coast Guard Academy, and across the river from a gigantic nuclear submarine base.