Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
[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.
Dang. Class is good though. Maybe sometime when there isn't a class.
Dinner's cooking: chicken alfredo on bite-sized rigatoni (longer pasta can be a disaster movie at our house); steamed green beans, a salad of romaine, field greens, tomatoes and cukes, and apple pie for dessert. I'm pleased.
Of course, it's sauce from a jar and the greens are bagged, but I don't really care. I could make sauce that good, but it would be work.
I wasn't up to trying to make everyone happy for dinner so I dialed. Cheese pizza, spinach calzone, antipasto, and tuna salad plate. Now to go pick up. It was the best plan.
Well done, Nora! You are so validated today.
Eager to see Jessimoon pictures. (vw too, but I'm exercising patience.)
From Cleolinda:
UGLY MONKEY BOX: OH SNAP. *ching*
Heh.
Dinner's cooking: chicken alfredo on bite-sized rigatoni (longer pasta can be a disaster movie at our house); steamed green beans, a salad of romaine, field greens, tomatoes and cukes, and apple pie for dessert. I'm pleased.
That's it. I'm going to Deena's house for dinner.
I'm also waiting for my boss to swing by my desk so I can ask her if I can take work with me so I can work from home tomorrow, because I am going to be in NO fit shape to come in. Not enough ThermaCare patches & Midol in the world, I tell you.
Like the bitch barometer. Need the Pussy Pucker Pots
On the ballet question (I know it's kind of late) -- there are some teachers who'll start girls en pointe a little earlier, like 10 or so, but that's strongly not recommended, since starting too early can screw up the foot and ankle development as she grows.
While I was happily making dinner, the babies climbed the barrier between the houseplants and themselves, dug three of them out and had a dirt flinging contest.
I just applied for a job teaching for the Princeton Review. Like an idiot, I took the qualifying test for the whole damn GRE, instead of the one for verbal only. And I suck at math.
I thought I could take multiples tests, dammit.
Sob.
Of course, it's sauce from a jar and the greens are bagged, but I don't really care
I use sauce from a jar and frozen veggies all the time. Convenience!
I made teppy's crab/cheese/spinach quiche and DH loved it. He said, "it's not quite scrambled eggs, it's not quite pie. I like both!"
I wonder who's idea it was to give the baby blueberries and raspberries? I kept trying to decide how I was going to tell DH I stained the baby purple. Thankfully, it all came off in the bath.
I am going to be in NO fit shape to come in. Not enough ThermaCare patches & Midol in the world,
{{{Jilli}}}
I took the qualifying test for the whole damn GRE, instead of the one for verbal only. And I suck at math.
{{{Erin}}} Will the Princeton Review care about your math score, since apparently you didn't need to take the math version anyway? I hope it works out for you.