As I’ve said before, I’ve dropped a few belt sizes lately. Literally. My belt doesn’t fit any more and my pants keep falling down.
I tried hammering a nail through the belt, but it was much too strong. I was proud of it for being such a tough little belt. A knife finally got through it, but that’s OK, not many belts can withstand a knife. You’re still my favourite belt, belt.
On a related note, I am glad that Ali won The Biggest Loser. She looked pretty damn good at the end of it.
On an unrelated note, there was an extra spoon in my dishwasher this morning. It looks different from my other spoons, and I have no idea where it came from. I can’t even imagine a situation where I’d bring someone else’s spoon to my place. Tupperware I borrow all the time, sure, but spoons? IRL friends: Did anyone leave a spoon at my apartment? I need to know or I will go crazier than I have already gone.
Some people think they’re the shit because they can bend spoons with their mind. My dishwasher can create entire spoons out of thin air. You go, dishwasher.