What’s with all the paprika?

I met with my thesis advisor (ahem, “my third reader”) who has now given me deadlines for writing. My first is Sunday (10 pages) and my next is Wednesday (10 pages). And I have…two pages. So I’m going to take a hiatus from writing a decent entry of all the things that have suddenly struck me as great blogging material, and instead leave you with some random anecdotes.

The first is that I was looking for cinnamon in our Cabinet of a Thousand Spices and every time I pulled something out I thought was cinnamon, I realized it was paprika. We have at least seven bottles (bottles? shakers? containers?) of paprika, and I have to ask WHY? Who is using all this paprika, and what is it for? My next choice was nutmeg, of which we have two bottles. Where has all the cinnamon gone??

Secondly, my mom got me soft fuzzy socks for Christmas, but these have shea butter infused in them, PLUS the little grippy circles on the bottom. They are a delight to walk around in at night, or if you’re writing a thesis, all day, and I would recommend them.

I have an inappropriate and possibly offensive joke, but it made me laugh, so I’m going to share. If you’re sensitive, don’t read it.
Q: What did one tampon say to the other?
A: Nothing. They’re both stuck up cunts.

Finally, watch this video until the first minute has gone by. It has to be a minute and one second. I promise, it’s worth it.