Heh. I remember how the booze-abstaining came crashing to a halt last year thanks to the fucking WB execs. (Or was it FOX?)
I think last year, I either didn't bother or gave up sweets. I'd have to check the logs. I know that the year before that, I cheerfully pulled my "get out of Lent free" card when we went to war, because no way in hell I wasn't self-medicating through THAT.
Now, of course, I have so many restrictions that giving up anything else for non-medical reasons makes the kind of sense that's not.
This year, for my birthday, I'm going to want to have good sushi, rare steak, and salad with bleu cheese crumbled on it, all washed down with a healthy mug of beer. Then for dessert, I shall eat cookie dough.
Gus, are you anti-flair?
Say it ain't so.
This year, for my birthday, I'm going to want to have good sushi, rare steak, and salad with bleu cheese crumbled on it, all washed down with a healthy mug of beer. Then for dessert, I shall eat cookie dough.
heh. A friend of mine was on hospital bedrest for the last few months of her pregnancy and had a lot of food restrictions that she couldn't cheat on just a little bit because the nurses & doctors would have conniptions.
So, on the first day post c-section that she could have food again, her husband arrived with rare steak, some other delights that had been banned that I can't remember, amaretto cheesecake and a bottle of her favorite red wine. She was very grateful.
I just work back from a vendor and I am not certain, but I do not think it was done to specs. Feh.
My afternoon is gonna be so fun - mailmerging 1500 labels and checking them for errors, then printing. AWESOME! or not.
This year, for my birthday, I'm going to want to have good sushi, rare steak, and salad with bleu cheese crumbled on it, all washed down with a healthy mug of beer. Then for dessert, I shall eat cookie dough.
Oh, man. Now I want it to be my birthday.
Of the cats I have owned, more than half have come when called. No treats.
Gus, are you anti-flair? Say it ain't so.
It ain't so!
* threadsucks like a mad thing to discover what anti-flair utterance I might have uttered
Both of my cats come when called. They also come to the front door to greet me when I get home.
Just being funny because you said something about the buttons at TGIFridays that Mike Judge has taught me to call "flair"(I should've put the quotes on, because surely "flair" and flair only meet up by accident.)
I know that the year before that, I cheerfully pulled my "get out of Lent free" card when we went to war
Oh, right. That's what I was thinking of. For some reason I thought you fell off the Lenten wagon when Angel was cancelled.
