Here's the plan: open a food truck, then trek to Ventura so I can get some of this chowder that you speak of. It's lunchtime and I could go for some superb clam chowder.
Trust me, even the smallest of culinary feats impress me. I made toast in the oven (we don't have a toaster for some ungodly reason) the other day and it didn't catch fire. I high-fived myself.
Huh, I'd never noticed. Being born in '89 really messes up pop culture references for me, but after googling it I can totally see what you mean. Looks beastly.
It's super tempting to think about tripping to the happiest place in the world. If I could gather funds by then I'd totally be there. I'd pull tricks for Disney.
Slipper socks that tighten up? What is this magic?! You should probably just invest in a Forever Lazy. Butt flaps, yo. And D-land is where it is at. That place turns me giddy every time.