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?
Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
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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?
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.
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.
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.
My math and verbal were 10 points apart, both times I took the SATs.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I think I'm a little hurt that whatever my tagline is, or when I change it, it's invisible to P-C.
It is? Have you changed it since I got back? I didn't bother announcing all the ones changed during my stint in India, and I may miss ones changed in this week, especially if they were changed once already, since I haven't had time to get acquainted with the new state of things. I'm sorry if I've missed one, and I promise you it's nothing personal.
That being said, beathen has a new tag. And hey, I managed to make it on the 2004 list without even being here for over three months, so I think I can make the top 20 again. Probably not as high a spot, though.
My bank account is higher than expected. Huh. I forgot to take into account my very last stipend payment. I think I might not get a part-time job after all, because that twenty hours a week can go towards finishing my Master's on time, cause if I don't, I'm pretty certain that paying for the spring term would cost more than the less than two thousand I'd make from a job at Potbelly.