Patriotism

David had a meeting to go to at 5:30 yesterday. His meeting was in a building right behind the flag pole on campus. At 5:25 he rushed away from me because he was so worried about being late, and I started walking home.

At 5:30, I realized David had the only set of keys to our apartment.

I ran back to the building his meeting was in, frantically calling him, hoping he would have a chance to answer his phone. Unfortunately for me, flag take-down occurs right at 5:30. This means that people in uniform where patriotically taking down the flag while the national anthem blared over the speakers and 30+ people in the area stood still with their hands over their hearts out of respect.

I was frantically walking past all these patriotic people and was so embarrassed that I had act so rude so that I could get the keys from David.

Murder in the Kitchen

Today I was attempting to make this recipe for homemade Twizzlers.

My counter was covered in stuff from trying to make these.

One of the ingredients was a cup of beet juice. I was trying to mix all the ingredients on this really crowded counter, and as luck would have it, I spilled the leftover beet juice.

I had no idea until today that beet juice is the the most stain-worthy type of color. It looks like blood. Pure blood. And that is how it looked like a murder in my kitchen.

PS the recipe tastes nothing like real twizzlers and mine looked nothing like the picture, but they taste yummy anyways. They taste like fruit leather.