dinner

[cimorene]

so i go into the kitchen to make dinner. my thought is, maybe we have chicken noodle soup. i kneel down next to the island.

there's a miniature ant colony. i swear it was not there this morning*. the trail of marching ants is not even solid yet. so, okay, what kills ants? cinammon. my mom has hand-ground it so it's in a glass jar without that handy sprinkler top. i pour it into my hand. i drop pinches on the ants, randomly. whenever a sizeable amount lands on an ant it freezes but this is not really a good, workable method of ant removal.

i know nothing about ant baits.

so i end up squirting them with orange fantastik and wiping the mess** up with paper towels. okay! score. time for dinner. there's no canned soup in either place i check. we have ramen noodles but i don't want ramen noodles. in a snit, i exit the kitchen.

moping on the couch, however, doesn't satisfy hunger, so i make a second sortie. didn't we have some flavored creamcheese? i open the refridgerator. the plastic package i thought was creamcheese is in fact flavored parmesan. oops. the tomato is a rotten mess. i don't feel like taking out the trash so i leave it there.

back into the living room. still hungry. back into the kitchen.

there is nothing to eat without preparation. there are plenty of olives and artichoke hearts, which look fabulous, but require like making pasta and making sauce. so i end up with one of those little partly-done packets, you know, rice a roni. twenty minutes, some sauteeing. it could be worse.

but i'm really hungry.

*but hey, i did just pick up a granola bar from the gift basket and leave again, not really look around.
**ants+cinnamon, but i think from the color of the paper towel that the floor was already dirty.***

***who am i kidding, of course the floor was already dirty. it was filthy.

Comments

HAHAHAH had to much to drink. Another round?

[kwirbx.livejournal.com]

first of all, what in the hell? That was kinda exciting. We could've gone out to eat! Okay, I know I know, you don't like public places blah blah money etc. WHATEVER. I keep forgetting that I usualy just disregard whatever it is you "would rather not do" and pester you until you do whatever it was that I was anxious for you to do. Sadly though, I'm not there to do any of this. I wonder if you think its annoying or rude? I wonder that, and don't care because thats pretty much how its always been! HAHAH ever notice that?

me: yeah, i got this stupid livejournal
you: you've got a lj? I kinda need one but i already have i diary.
me: here, you can activate yourself a new one
you: thanks but i would probably neglect my diary.
me: c'mon ::Pester complain bother::
you: FINE!

HAHAHAH ::pokes:: Oh yeah, you don't like being poked either. "Who does?" you ask? ::pokes::

So now what're you thinking??? "idiot"? hahaha ::poke:: boi.

consider youself warned.

Re: HAHAHAH had to much to drink. Another round?

[cimness.livejournal.com]

ahaha. ::pets you::

you're like jesus, in a way.

[wax-jism.livejournal.com]

When we lived in the country, mum would keep a plate with a thin layer of molasses on a counter, and the ants would go there, attracted by the sugar, and then get stuck and die a horrible, slow death.

I'm not sure it works on your kind of ant, though. We had those sugar ants that are suckers for anything sweet, which is why they live in kitchens.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

ours don't live in the kitchen usually... they live on the outside of the house. hnnnh. in fact it LOOKED like what they were interested in was a cat-piss-soaked scrap of newspaper (but that just can't be right. i refuse to believe it).