Pajama Pundits

My garbage is okay, but it's not as pretty as Sissy's. I think it needs a nice chili can to balance both the boxiness and diet.

I should have blogged the 10 packages of Ramen I threw away last week. They did look sort of pretty in the trash can, the shiny texture of the slightly crinkled thin plastic, the brilliant patterns created by the jumble of reds, blues, greens, and yellows one can find only in commercial packaging. All that given life and movement by the barely discernible (from the outside) terror of the Southern kitchen: dadblame sugar ants. (That's not exactly what I call them, but this is a nice blog.)