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Sunday, January 3, 2010
Ms. Potato Head
What. The. Hell. I think I need an intervention, a twelve-step program, the phone number for Root Vegetable Addicts Anonymous, or maybe Jesus, because JESUS, this is out of control.
I own FORTY SIX POUNDS OF POTATOES! I am not even kidding.
Don't ask me how this happened. I have no idea. I also have no paper towels, no peanut butter, and no laundry detergent, because I can never remember to buy them at the store.
Apparently, I never forget the potatoes.
I have tried to compensate by using them to wipe up spills and wash the clothes, but potatoes aren't very absorbent and they make a terrible racket in the dryer.
What does one person do with this many potatoes?
Would Potato Patch Kids be big sellers on Etsy?
What about Pet Potatoes? Is there a market?
(I didn't think so).
Maybe I could use them as decor. Easter is coming.
Something more utilitarian? A potato paperweight?
Nevermind, I'll keep thinking.
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