Dear bag of frozen peas,

I hate you.

What the hell did I ever do to you?  First you knock my newly-filled ice cube tray over making me unpleasantly damp, then once I've done everything all over again you decide to fall on my foot.

Jerk.

Regards,

Robynn

p.s. Sorry for being a deadbeat blog mom again.  I'll make up for it with posts on the weekend about the BC cellphone + driving = disaster ban and how I'm sure I'll somehow manage to make an ass of or injure myself (or others) at Heath's Christmas party tomorrow night.

For now, here's one of my favorite videos.  David Lynch on the iPhone.  Love it.