Okay, let's go.

I eat vegan worcestshire sauce because it doesn't have corn syrup. Though now it occurs to me that I might have real worcestshire in my fridge now. I'll have to check when I get home.

There are plenty of salads out there calling themselves "Caesar Salad" with neither egg nor anchovies in them.

My gut feeling is that bottled Caesar dressings don't have raw egg in them (or have pasteurized raw egg), because they have to be shelf-stable, but I don't have any actual data to back that up.

When I read the board in the morning now I'm always thinking, "Damn right Shrift, you tell 'em!" I used to think that she was making it up.

My uproarious laughter upon reading this would normally be me laughing with you rather than at you, but it's been one of those weeks where "I'm not your psychic friend! I cannot read your mind! Give me DETAILS, or I'm just gonna start sending you shit at random! Like They Might Be Giants MP3s! I'm Whistling in the Dark right now, AIFG!" and "They want WHAT?! By WHEN?! Did you laugh in their faces like I'm laughing in yours now?" not to mention "Coffee break?" "No, 'I Need to Be Dead' break." "Heh. You know you can't die on company time." "True, think of the paperwork."

In other words: I don't believe people have jobs they like going to every day. I think you're making it up.

My gut feeling is that bottled Caesar dressings don't have raw egg in them (or have pasteurized raw egg), because they have to be shelf-stable, but I don't have any actual data to back that up.

Yeah, that's got to be right, doesn't it?

Kraft appears to have no egg in the Caesar salad dressings for which there ar ingredients listed on-line. Anchovies, yes; eggs, no.

Well, I know commercial mayonnaise is made with pasteurized eggs, so it stands to reason that Caesar dressing would be too.

All I can say is, those people who say they'll keep working at the same job after winning some humongous lottery must have jobs that provide free crack for them to smoke. If I won a big one, my non-relative co-workers would only see me in postcards from exotic vacation locales from that point forward.

I did not say, "Oh, here, let me risk my baby 3 weeks from the end of my pregnancy so you don't get your knickers in a twist. Bitch." I'm not sure how, either.

You SO should have. You could have blamed it on the hormones afterwards!

All I can say is, those people who say they'll keep working at the same job after winning some humongous lottery must have jobs that provide free crack for them to smoke.

I've had that kind of job. It was wonderful.

Me too. And if I won the lottery, I'd quit my current job and go back to it. (Of course, I'd be my own boss this time 'round.)