Bobby could always play with his toys for hours and amuse himself, but Brendon didn't do that. He wasn't able to entertain himself until he read.
This describes the temperment of my cousin's kids. And they are only 4 and 2. August (the elder) REQUIRES human interaction. And he will follow you around to get it. His sister Annalee is perfectly content to be left to her own devices. However, she's the more dangerous of the two, as she's absolutely fearless. If you don't keep an eye on her, she disappears. I'm still amused by her combat crawl under the futon to get to my aunt's HUGE cat (seriously HUGE. He looks like someone put a normal large cat into a enlarging machine. It's a little disconcerting.)
I had frozen pizza tonight. This time, California Kitchen's jamaican jerk chicken. I like it. Not as much as the thai one, but better than the bbq chicken one. That was tasty but....weird. Normal pizza is toxic to me, so this is a nice compromise.
Karaoke: Barbie Girl by Aqua or Shut-up by Black Eyed Peas. You need a partner for both, which works out well for me. Takes quite a few cocktails to get me up on that stage alone.
Had to stay late at work waiting for an e-mail. When it finally hit my inbox, I was laughing too hard to be bitchy about staying late.
He works for a company that uses first initial and last name for e-mail. His first name starts with an S and his last name is Adcock. Poor guy.
He works for a company that uses first initial and last name for e-mail. His first name starts with an S and his last name is Adcock. Poor guy.
BWAH!
ION, I have a lot to do this weekend, but none of it is getting done tonight. I'm exhausted.
I was shopping tonight, and tried to get dinner at the middle eastern place at the food court of the mall. The conversation ended up something like this:
Me: I'd like the salad sampler, but with baba ganoush instead of tabbouleh.
Counter Guy: The salad sampler? That is hummus, fattoush, and tabbouleh.
Me: Yes, but I'd like to get it with baba ganoush instead of tabbouleh. Can I get that?
Him: You want to get falafel?
Me: No, I'd like a salad sampler. But I want it with baba ganoush INSTEAD OF tabbouleh. Can I get that?
Him: You don't like hummus?
After about five minutes of this, with me trying any way I could to explain what I wanted (and I've gotten it there before, with no problem), and him suggesting just about every other item on the menu, I finally gave up.
For everyone, but mostly billytea: Walking Octopi!!! For real.
Evening all
You talking about convincing people of impossibilities with bald-faced lies?
strawberry soup with a dollop of yogurt sorbet
I must admit this confuses me while still sounding yummy. I thought sorbets had no dairy at all in them.
Depends who you ask. Some people make a sorbet/sherbet distinction, other use them as broad synonyms.
I've never confused sorbet with a broad.
maybe you never met one sweet enough...
