Well, I haven't killed them yet. OK, nowhere near close. They do dither going to bed though....
And OH! This restaurant opened up near me about 6 months ago. "Mexican" in the name. I hadn't been the because, well, I rarely eat out at all.
So, um, yeah! It's good! And real! And they know what gorditas and rellenos are. It was so good. And they do takeout! I am so fricking happy. Some of the menu is a little more cuban/central/south american than NMican, but dude. It's all good. And the chips and salsa are even free.
Yay, sara.
So, this Red Sox Queer Eye is pretty cute, but why even bother having Johnny Damon (I mean, aside from the fact that he's the biggest draw)? He
brought his own stylist.
He brought his own stylist.
Yeah, that made me sad, too.
I need a good victorian sounding illness.
The vapors? In books, that seems to give women a good excuse to lie in a darkened room for days on end.
Congratulations on the new job, msbelle. I hope your new employers understand that you're the nicest.
YAY msbelle! I'm all for quitting jobs and starting better ones!
I need Mexican food. Thanks a lot.
Instead, I will now review yet a third procedure for classifying critical points of a function. I am skeptical of the usefulness of this many procedures.
Yay, msbelle!
And 'Suela continues the cute animal "You really wish you could adopt one, don't you?" linkage. You people are killing me. I R dead.
Isn't the vapors, gas?
You'd think. The vapors included fatigue and a tendency to faint at the drop of a plot point and are somehow related to "female" problems.
