Stupid rotten tomato. Seriously. I hate tomatoes. Even the FAKE ones. The real ones turn my body inside out, and the fake ones are just as much trouble.
All I wanted to do was cut the dang pin cushion in half. Silly me, I thought that was possible. I thought, perhaps, the pin cushion could be divided neatly into 2 equal halves, and then I could just use the portion I needed. I grabbed the nearest serrated knife, and started sawing, hoping for a nice clean slice.
All I wanted to do was cut the dang pin cushion in half. Silly me, I thought that was possible. I thought, perhaps, the pin cushion could be divided neatly into 2 equal halves, and then I could just use the portion I needed. I grabbed the nearest serrated knife, and started sawing, hoping for a nice clean slice.
WRONG. When you saw a pin cushion in half, its innards will explode all over your kitchen counter. Half sawdust, half kitty litter-like substance.
Disgusting AND disappointing!
On to Plan B...
Disgusting AND disappointing!
1 comment:
And why are you trying to cut a pin cushion in half?
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