MDT & Pampered Chef
So it's Daylight Savings Time again! Despite feeling well rested and finally over my cold, I'm going to punch someone in the face if I hear "Wow, I can't believe how light it is outside at 7:30pm!"
It happens EVERY YEAR! UGGGGGGH!
Maybe if my daughter, who's 4, said it, I wouldn't punch her in the face.
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Last night we had a Pampered Chef party. I'm all for chefs being pampered, but I'm suprised noone has taken this concept to other professions. Like Pampered Grocery Clerk or Pampered Youth Pastor.
I bet if there was such a thing as Pampered Youth Pastor, the number one selling item would be ritalin.
posted by Dale @ 8:17 AM
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I used to make Pampered Chef spatulas during my break from college. Pissed my mom off to no end that I didn't bring bagfuls of minimally defective spatulas home for her. My integrity was at an alltime high at the time.
What a schumck I've become since, checking out CD's from the library with the sole purpose of ripping them into iTunes. 16 days of unrepeated music and going strong!
I could understand the need for a minimally defective spatula, but a bagful? Did your mom run some kind of slave labor kitchen?
16 days of songs, man, that would really come in handy for a long plane/train ride, or an extended stay in prison
Prison stay might be the ultimate reason, once the MPAA comes knockin on my door.
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