Pringles are one good chip. How do you think they make them? Do you think they mash potatoes up and then spread the mash on some sort of curved thing-y before baking them? Really think about this. They can't just slice them off of a roll of some kind because of the curve. There has to be more to it than that. And do you think they add the flavors like sour cream & onion or BBQ to the mash batter? Or do you think they bake regular Pringles and sprinkle the flavors on afterward?
So I was walking down the street recently and something sparkly on the ground caught my eye. I bent over to pick it up, and low and behold it was a rhinestone pin of some sort, perhaps a pin my grandma would put on her outfit to "add some glitz." I put the pin in my pocket and walked home, and have since been sharing the find with my friends, but none of us can figure out just what the heck this pin is a pin of.
Is it a squirrel? A skunk? A rat with a fluffy tail? Seriously, what the heck is this pin a pin of? A possum? A beaver? A raccoon? What do you think?
For some odd reason, I've been using the word "pussyfoot" a lot recently. I say things like, "I was pussyfooting around," and "he or she was pussyfooting around." Even though I'm not exactly sure what it means, I like it. I have a feeling that it means to "walk quietly and cautiously like a pussy cat." I mean, that makes sense, right?
So anywho, I was just wondering if anyone else is fond of the word "pussyfoot." Also, why did it take me so long to start using the word "pussyfoot?" And where did I pick it up from? Was it in a movie I saw recently? Or did I hear it a long time ago, bury it deep in my subconscious, and then recently have a dream that tapped into that area of my brain? If that's the case, then it's a shame. I could've been using it for a long time if only I hadn't buried it. But I guess it's better late than never, right?
Why is everyone and their mom wearing Uggs? I mean, let's be honest—they're ugly. Butt, butt-ugly. They're the Moon Boots of this decade. One day we'll look back at them like we do shoulder pads and fluorescent disc earrings and ask ourselves, "What in the hell were we thinking?" Uggs are dumpy, frumpy, and make even the tallest women look stumpy.
Now, I can understand why you might want to wear them if you live in the tundra—but in LA? No. When you're wearing a dress? No, again. When you're out on a Friday night in Manhattan? Absolutely not. Every store is sold out of them, which is a blessing in disguise for all the Ugg-less women out there. Believe me, it's a good thing you can't get your hands on them. One day you'll look back at photos of people schlumping around town in them, and you'll be thankful that you were late jumping on the bandwagon.
Uggs = Ugly.