Potato soup with crumbled bacon, grated cheddar and chopped green onions is muy tasty! And very warming.
Oh yeah, total cold weather comfort food. But I skip the bacon.
'Dirty Girls'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Potato soup with crumbled bacon, grated cheddar and chopped green onions is muy tasty! And very warming.
Oh yeah, total cold weather comfort food. But I skip the bacon.
Are you a veg? Because smoked dead pig is the Food of the Gods!
LJ is partially back. My cluster (don't ask how I know I'm on MadCow -- basically it's because I'm a loser) isn't, though.
Yeah, it's not letting me log in either, though I am pleased to say I at least don't know which cluster I'm on.
I will say, I don't expect to see these numbers:
Live Post Stats
Per Hour: 1.57
Per Minute: 0.03
... on the front page again anytime soon.
It's letting me in. My friends list looks weird -- a bunch of people's entries just show the user name and the "4 comments" or whatever link, no pictures or titles or text.
LJ is partially back. My cluster (don't ask how I know I'm on MadCow -- basically it's because I'm a loser) isn't, though
I'm back in. My friends list contains exactly one message more than the last time I checked it, though. Bo-ring.
Are you a veg?
Sort of. No pig, no cow... I'll eat fish & poultry.
ita, re: Andromeda... This season, yes. I think. I've only seen a couple of eps.
Feh. I think my cluster is still down.
With LJ down, I sorted socks and went grocery shopping. Oh, and learned that I should be considering an arranged marriage for my daughter to be and a friend's son to be. (From a mutual friend of ours who works at the grocery store. The notion is amusing, I must admit.)
Dude, let her at least know the utter misery of dating first. That way, she'll appreciate the arranged marriage all the more.
Oh, and learned that I should be considering an arranged marriage for my daughter to be and a friend's son to be.
Aw, you're a Gilbert and Sullivan play waiting to happen.