Musings on deliciousness.

Friends--

The peanut butter and banana sandwich is a fine art. The main components, both so delicate, require the perfect proportions, otherwise they will fall into a bloody battle rather than a delicate pas de deux.

Well, friends, today I made that perfect peanut butter and banana sandwich. PERFECT. I meant to take a picture but then I just ate it instead.

I have no regrets.

Confusion.

First of all--sun. burn.

I'm confused because I just saw a commercial for a Victoria's Secret push-up bra that instantly adds two cup sizes. But...two cup sizes is a lot. Wouldn't someone notice if you were suddenly two cup sizes bigger? Especially if you were a small cup size to begin with? Wouldn't it be awkward if your flat-chested friend who you call "Flattie" suddenly walked in to your room one day and had HUGE knockers? I feel like that would be awkward. I don't understand.

Yep.

Am I disturbed? Abso-tootin-lutely. And yet I felt I needed to share. Isn't that the funny thing about friendship?

Realizations.

Imagine this:

You have curly hair. You don't shower for three days. Now you have dreadlocks.

Whoops.