meet the fockers
Does anyone else think that kale chips make your sink smell? I made them the other night successfully (meaning I didn’t burn them to ashes like last time) and the remains that got washed away must have sat in my pipe or something. Old, soggy kale chips are not the scent we wish for. Anyways, check out what I found…
For seven dollars a bag, you can own already made and flavored kale chips. They offered several flavors including maple coconut and cheddar. There was no way in hell I was paying 7 bucks for these suckers but I was curious about the taste. Instead I opted for a two dollar caramel nut covered apple. And yes, I slammed that baby right in the store.
They also offered a chocolate fudge flavored apple with sprinkles. Oh my.
Anyways, I took a cardio kickboxing class this morning and had the strangest instructor teaching us upper cuts and jabs. There were only 3 of us in the class so that made things awkward in and of itself. Mike, the teacher, reminded me of a British version of Ben Stiller, only he wasn’t funny in a cool kind of way. He was also staring at my boobs. They were pinned down to my chest by an Enell bra yet he still found them to be a nice focal point. You can take the gym class instructor out of the perv but you can’t take the perv out of the gym class instructor.