Running out of Juice

Have you ever had one of those days (or mornings) when you know that there are leftovers in the fridge and you just can’t wait to have them? It usually works out that whoever you live with has eaten them by the time you open the fridge door. After quite some time, I have decided that it is best to write your name on just about everything you intend to be yours. I realize this approach has been taken by many mothers with underwear, but that is only because the system is foolproof. Anything with permanent marker is.

Anyways, for those of you who haven’t made it to the theater recently, go see Quentin Tarantino’s Inglorious Basterds. I know there are some of you out there who complain that all the fans of Tarantino love all of his movies, but this is worth every penny you spend on it. It has everything you can want from blood, gore, and even comedy. Go see it.

Post written by Heather Whitney