Erin, if you can't find anything else to bake the skirt of the barbie cake in, go buy a cheap 2-quart glass bowl (or if you have one, even better) at bed, bath and beyond or linens and things or some store like that. Make sure it's oven safe. Mix the cake in the bowl. Wipe the edges with a paper towel. Bake. Stuff Barbie in the middle. Decorate.
I wish you were closer. I've made a few. They're actually not too bad.
ETA: Erin, something like this would work: [link] Make sure the bowl is oven safe. They're not all.
Nilly, you around?
I'm Kitten McClintock, which is an awesome porn name. But I need to fudge with the rules a bit to get it, and I just take my current street name, since we moved a bunch of times. Other street name options do include two I don't remember, NE 2nd Ave, Olive, Fulton, and Olive again. I pick Kitten for my animal name because she's the first pet we got who was specifically mine-- she was my fifteenth birthday present. (Sigh. I miss her. At least I'll get to see her soon.)
Still, I would believe that Kitten McClintock will be pole dancing soon at the Spearmint Rhino.
vw, I only now saw that you asked, and I'm going to be on and off in front of a computer (both today and tomorrow). E-mail me?
t Waving at everybody else
t Returning to my matlab graphs
No problem, Nilly! And insent.
Timelies all!
sigh No snow day for me -- emplayees are supposed to use their "discretion" which means that the pointy-haired bosses will be watching to see who is dedicated enough to make it in.
My department is currently infested with pointy-haired bosses.
Timelies!
Have I mentioned recently how much I love my apartment? I woke up this morning to see this outside my window.
Sniff! Matlab. Old friend.
at work and annoyed, in general. Blah. I just feel very prickly. I think coffee will help though.
Erin, the bride and 2 Bad Bridesmaids are of the suck.
I had no shower. Side effect of eloping. A friend made some noise about organizing a girls night out, but it hasn't seemed to happen. I find that if I don't organize stuff, in general, it doesn't get done. And I didn't/ don't want a shower enough to do it myself, and since it was an elopement, folks assume I don't want one. Or they don't care/give it a thought.
t shrug
Whatcha gonna do, choices, consequences, etc. Wouldn't trade my lovely trip to Vermont for anything. I'm just fucking cranky today.
