There is no form of hummus that I do not love. Lovelovelove.
Trader Joe's has kalamata olive hummus. I could live on the stuff. It's my new food obsession.
Harmony: Somebody remembered to pick me up the sweetest unicorn. Guess someone was feeling guilty for standing me up in tenth grade. Brad: What? Had to get her something. She sired me. Peaches: Sire-whipped.
'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Steph L. - Jan 11, 2005 8:43:21 am PST #3127 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Nora Deirdre - Jan 11, 2005 8:53:40 am PST #3128 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Trader Joe's has kalamata olive hummus
Oh, god, YUM!
Jen, come over for dinner and we will serve that to you. Hummus is of the vegan, right?
Anne W. - Jan 11, 2005 8:55:47 am PST #3129 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
My math score was 30 points higher than my verbal, oddly enough. I tend to think of myself as a math major trapped in an English major's brain.
Connie Neil - Jan 11, 2005 9:01:13 am PST #3130 of 10002
brillig
my glamorous madeover CBS-hogging self gets to have blood drawn, and do laundry, and clean catboxes.
Welcome to the day after the ball, Cinderella.
Deena - Jan 11, 2005 9:01:39 am PST #3131 of 10002
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Kara got a leappad for Christmas. I had bought it on Black Friday and hidden it in the closet. She found it, took it out and was determined to play with it. I hid it again (better), and then gave it to her for Christmas.
Just now she told me that she loves it, and that I got it from Santa, and hid it, and she found it, and I hid it again, and then I gave it to her for Christmas and she loves it!
I wondered how she was reconciling finding it with the existence of Santa. No wonder she told me "nuh uh" when I said Santa came down the chimney.
Clearly, mommy and Santa have a secret meeting site where I pick up the gifts for the family prior to the big day and I was just lying about the chimney part to hide my dealings with the purveyor of presents.
Jessica - Jan 11, 2005 9:05:06 am PST #3132 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
My math and verbal were 10 points apart, both times I took the SATs.
deborah grabien - Jan 11, 2005 9:07:38 am PST #3133 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Welcome to the day after the ball, Cinderella.
Honey, that wasn't a complaint; I was grinning as I tryped it. I have no delusions of Cinderellahood. Trust me.
See, I know I'm fabulous, and the occasional ballgown is nice, but I live in the real world, and I actually choose the laundry and catboxes and whatnot. I just don't think I'm trapped in one world or the other. No reason I can't do both.
And I do do both. Today happens to be the laundry/catboxes/go check on our homeless friend and feed our feral cats day.
Ginger - Jan 11, 2005 9:09:30 am PST #3134 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I was just lying about the chimney part to hide my dealings with the purveyor of presents.
That chimney story is pretty lame, after all. Surely it's more likely that you meet Santa on a corner in a bad neighborhood and hand him a briefcase full of unmarked bills.
beth b - Jan 11, 2005 9:11:57 am PST #3135 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
secret meeting place ... that explains everything.
I was going to pay bills but the bank website is misbehaveing ... well I tried to do something useful. I think I will put on socks.
Cashmere - Jan 11, 2005 9:13:46 am PST #3136 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
Owen's playing on the floor beside me. I'm trying to decide if it's worth going out in the crappy rain to take DH's shirts to the cleaners. Since he interupted our nap this morning, I'm inclinded to let him go to work wrinkled.