I’m thinking of starting a new line of dips and spreads for crudités called Crités. There’ll be different types: ranch, avocado, cucumber, four-cheese, etc., and they’ll be marketed as much for crackers as for veggies.
Now, I know the way people in the South are, and I’m certain the name will often get pronounced “CRY-TS” ‘cause they’ll miss the accent on the E…
But that’s okay! They can have their cheeses Crites on a cracker.
Some of you familiar with Livejournal may be aware of our little Daniel/Vala exchange, but for those of you who are not - welcome! This is the first year I’m incorporating tumblr, so bear with me as I figure out some of the mechanics of…
I may come to regret this… but that’s nothing new :D
Took my little sister toy shopping today. After much browsing, she chose a pack of Hot Wheels cars. She wanted to pay so I gave her the money. As we were waiting in line, some dude waiting behind us asks:
“Buying those for your brother?”
My sister gives him a weird look, “No. They’re mine.”
“You sure you want those, sweetheart? Those are for boys.” He says.
Before I can say anything, my sister yells, like truly yells at the top of her lungs, “MY MOMMY IS A GIRL AND DRIVES A CAR EVERY DAY! GIRLS CAN HAVE CARS TOO!”
The people in front of us in line turn around. The cashier actually stops what she’s doing. Everyone stares at this guy and he just sort of turns red, grabs his kid, and disappears into the Lego aisle.
I have a disorder called Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS), which is not the sort of thing a young woman contracts for shits and giggles. It is not a disease that can be prevented or cured, and is very poorly understood. The causes are still unknown, but the symptoms and side-effects are varied and potentially extreme. If left untreated, PCOS can lead to infertility, thus killing one’s chances of ever having children.