Hee. Coming on the heels of the stolen lunch discussion, this phrasing is amusing.
Hee. Totally unitentional phrasing. My brain is not here. I think it is still in Ohio.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hee. Coming on the heels of the stolen lunch discussion, this phrasing is amusing.
Hee. Totally unitentional phrasing. My brain is not here. I think it is still in Ohio.
First rule of thievery: minimize evidence. IE, take the whole darned thing.
the irony isn't lost on me that I work for our justice department and no one is safe leaving anything remotely edible in the fridge for two minutes
I was just going to post about how when I was the receptionist at my old church the Youth Pastor would take anything that didn't have a name on it in our (teeny-tiny) fridge.
Transcript of actual conversation:
Me: Who took the bottle of water I put in here?
Him: Oh, I took that. I didn't know whose it was.
Me (not out loud, but Thinking it in SUCH a loud voice): Did you know it wasn't yours?
(Otherwise a really great guy, so I let it go. But still - Moron!)
Eventually Pete will learn that if I'm having an emotionally-fragile day, playing Twenty Questions about why I'm not being very talkative on the phone at work will lead to me being more upset, won't he? The whole reason I didn't want to talk about being upset is because it makes me MORE upset, and I'd really like to not start crying again.
Gaah. I'd like to declare a do-over on this day, please.
{{{Jilli}}}
I'll see what I can do about a 24-hour mindwipe.
(I'm sorry to be all 'me me memeeeeee' today. I am starting to think I need to make an appointment w/ my doctor to talk to him about how the emotionally-fragile days seem to be coming more and more frequently, because it's starting to make me worry.)
Not that that's a bad idea if you feel the need, Jilli, but don't worry about it our account.
Aw, Jilli. I'm sorry. I feel your pain though.
Awww! Leif singing the ABC song? SO CUTE! Also v. smart.
I am very very confused by the yam/sweet potato distinction. Huh.
Welcome back, EpicTangent!
I feel all of your pain on the fridge thieves. I mean, it's one thing if you steal a little of my milk, or something, if I have a carton there, but...someone took my thing of rice and beans, sometime between 2pm (when I put it in) and 6pm (when I tried to eat it for dinner) the other week. Really pissed me off. I left a nasty note on the fridge, and everyone laughed at it. Hmph.
Iocaine powder. It's the only way to be sure.