Do you even remember when they had home ec classes? Wow. I’m that old.
So. Let’s talk about this. I bought these thinking they’d look great on my bird tree, but then I decided to not put up a bird tree this year (I’m traveling for the holidays and there are two other trees in my living room already, and I’m crazy, but not that crazy)…but the balls HAD to come out, so I’m settling for a bowl. This brings me to an important issue that came to my attention two weeks ago: The bowl thing.
It would appear that I belong to the subset of women who put things in bowls for unnecessary reasons.
Candy? Bowl. Keys? Bowl. Cat’s thyroid medication? Bowl.
This is a clip from Saturday Night Live. It’s funny. I’d watch the whole thing but I’m showing it to you because at about the 2:20 mark you’ll see Leslie Jones explain her mother’s need to put things in bowls.
Damn. It’s good to know I’m not alone!
That right there is a bowl of candy I bought in Kyrgyzstan in 2004. You totally can’t eat it. Even if it wasn’t filled with oldass Chernobyl chocolate, it’s too pretty for me to let anyone eat it. You can eat the rest of the stuff. I’m nice like that.
It’s really hard, but I only put out the kind of chocolate I don’t like that much. Do you know how hard it is to spend money on pretty chocolate that I won’t eat? Well, it’s really hard. Also, totally unnecessary, but I do it anyway because it’s Christmas and I have a bowl problem. There won’t be room for a cup of coffee or a remote control, but there will be bowls. Happy Birthday, Jesus!