Go crazy. Have two. Unless they are giant.
I just might. They're quite good, if I do say so myself.
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Go crazy. Have two. Unless they are giant.
I just might. They're quite good, if I do say so myself.
I swear, people who don't live here don't understand how fragile we Northerners are in March. March is so evil. EVIL. And I don't mean in a "cute little puppet fangs" kind of way.
Kristin speaks the truth. Up here, March actually comes in like Cthulu, and pretty much stays that way for the whole month. With the occasional day above 50 as a tease. Of course, those days it usually rains.
I just don't want you caught in a vulnerable state by less desirable sorts.
thinks about actual high school librarian in this school
steps awaaaaaay from the band candy
...breakfast chocolate...
Kristin speaks the truth. Up here, March actually comes in like Cthulu, and pretty much stays that way for the whole month. With the occasional day above 50 as a tease. Of course, those days it usually rains.
Frank! My brother in March-hatred!
My friend Dan once said that March "is the incestuous offspring of winter and spring's hasty f*cking" which is probably my all-time favorite description of it.
VW, have a cookie. Have two. Hell, it's March, eat the cookie dough raw.
eat the cookie dough raw.
I did that last night. It was YUMMY! Usually my dough makes three pans of cookies. Emily and I (mostly me, I should note) ate so much cookie dough that I only made two pans.
Lunch today: 2 tomato basil veggie patties and cottage cheese.
I made chicken enchiladas last night but messed with the recipe and made it with brown rice (yum) and low-fat mozzarella (better than the cheddar IMHO). Topped with low-fat sour cream and no-fat salsa. SOOOOOOO effin good.
Oh Aims, that's just mean.
I'll make them for you when you come.
Okay, not mean! Happy! Six and a half weeks!!
Not that I'm, um...counting.
I'm fine with March because: Hey, not February, month of pain. I can still stand to go outside and in a few months, ugh.