Thanks to this reminiscence of childhood cake lust, I just re-read a post from 2003 which referred to 50 Cent as an entity unrelated to currency, and thought, no, surely not. It hasn’t been that long. But lo, dude’s been platinum since 2003.
I never thought years would run together for me the way they seemed to trick my parents when I was a kid — naturally, when you only have nine years under your belt, they’re a little easier to keep track of.
Anyhoo. (Only jerks say anyhoo. And only very, very smart people type it.) I’m going to self-impose the sit-up tax proposal of 2003 starting today (wishful thinking that Bloomberg will hop on my bandwagon, of course).
$32.81 at the grocery store. 33 sit-ups. Check.
(But I’m not sure 33 sit-ups will be much in the face of the mozzarella, parmesan, heavy cream, and Oreos that came home with me.*)
*this list is real.