Now that my home address begins with a letter denoting which suite I live within the house, it’s been a minor source of amusement seeing where my parcels end up. So far, only Canada Post has gotten it right once. Still, they dropped off my Lego order next to the door to the house’s sauna. DHL has been the most incompetent of them: the delivery proof for my POC Sports order was a blurry cardboard box in front of a white wall. Not only could it have been placed anywhere around the house, but also it could have been any other white house. I was hoping to share the crappy photo here. Alas, it appears that DHL has since deleted it. Out of embarrassment, probably.
Instead, here’s a photo of my completed Lego build:
As ad-resistant as I like to believe I am, this purchase was totally triggered by targeted advertising. I initially visited the Lego website to find out how much the most expensive set was going for. (It’s the Millennium Falcon for $1050 CAD.) This one-time visit got stored to my cookies, and I started seeing ads for some admittedly neat Lego sets. Within weeks, I found myself checking out the Van Gogh Starry Nights set. Even if I had outgrown Lego, I felt that this was a set I could power through for the sake of a nifty wall art.
I finished the project in June, but it’d only gone up on the wall last weekend while I was in full Hygge mode. I put lights around the living room as planned and even customized my nondescript incense holder to match my pillow.
Someone found a workaround to telling me they don’t like it by saying it was “very [me]”. Nice save.
I now own three scented candles!
Best of all, I ordered an area rug via Etsy. It won’t arrive until mid-October at the earliest, and it’ll probably be described by many as “very me”. I can’t help not being a bland person who’s in love with beige, even if I currently have basic bitch hair. (My hairdresser diffused my roots, so I have that ombre look. I like it in spite of its basic bitchiness.)
A few weeks ago, Ben sent me a suspiciously timed link to a recipe for Plum Torte. I wasn’t sold on making a plum-based recipe until the trees in the backyard started raining the fruit. I did not have to pick these: the landlord came to my door and dumped them in a bowl.
To quote Ben, “Bruh, the plum torte cake is the single most popular recipe the NY Times has ever printed.”
Excuse me for not living in New York. Yet, he had to special-order his prunes! My plums were dumped on me! And they continue to dump on any vehicles that park under the trees.
Fine, I thought, I’ll give the recipe a try, even if it does require the purchase of a springform pan.
As it turns out, readers of the New York Times know what’s up and what’s tasty. AND THIS IS TASTY.
If you’re a local reader and want some free plums, I can hook you up.
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