I’m The One Who Googles Everything

I had a discussion with someone recently about just how little I know how to do for myself.

I’m not a fashion girl.  AT all.   So when it comes to wearing certain “looks”, sometimes, this girl needs some help.

Like wearing a scarf.  Seriously.  I look at women who just seem to “know” what to do.  They flip it, twirl it, drape it. They just KNOW.

I know nothing.  Just call me Jon Snow. (Game of Thrones fans will get it – smile)

So I Google it.  It helps.  I still feel awkward and like some sort of scarf wearing imposter.

Yesterday my daughter decided she wants to eat pineapple and could I buy one.  Um, sure.  Easy.  Done. Pretending I’m the mom that knows how to do that and what to do with it when I do.

So I did.  I bought a pineapple.  Which isn’t a normal occurrence in our house.  My husband stared at it,  “What’s that?  Why do we have a pineapple in the house?” like it was out of place and suspicious.  And I laughed, because I agreed. It made no sense.

So we have it. A pineapple. In our house. On the counter.

Now what?

How does one cut a pineapple?

Google to the rescue.

So tonight, I will attempt to cut the pineapple.  And save a few chunks for the homemade pizza we’re having for dinner.  Because I’m one of those monsters who loves pineapple on her pizza.

Wish me luck.

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This post was written by Carrie Buchanan