Well, the Stones concert is probably a once-in-a-lifetime last chance to see sort of thing.
Mmm...maybe not. Those guys seem to want to keep going. I think they should have retired to their money forts with their supermodel girlfriends a looooong time ago.
My brother in law skipped our wedding because he was *suppose* to take his race car to a track to race. It rained like hell and the race was cancelled. He still didn't come. Friends of ours that also raced said they'd make it if it rained. Sure enough, they pulled the race car trailer up in the church parking lot and changed into their formal wear in the trailer. They were cool. BiL, NSM.
I love Pampered Chef stuff but I've managed to avoid getting hooked so far. I doubt if I'll stay a Pampered Chef virgin my whole life though.
Yes, they should have just regretfully declined.
Yeah, assuming a Stones concert would be an acceptable excuse is pretty silly. Just say, sorry, can't make it and send a nice gift.
I love Pampered Chef stuff but I've managed to avoid getting hooked so far. I doubt if I'll stay a Pampered Chef virgin my whole life though.
I used to sell the stuff...that's how much I loved it. I don't think I was annoying about it. But, anyway, the two times of the year when those catalogs come out are some of my favorite times. I haven't been buying much lately, 'cause there just isn't anywhere to put it. But, I still love the stuff.
No impending bitter for me. I've got PLENTY of other things about which to be vitriolic.
Well, you DID go to law school...
Part of the reason I don't buy their stoneware cookware is because I KNOW that DH will use soap on it. No matter how many times I tell him not to. I know this because he's ruined three wooden cutting boards and the counter-balanced lid to my $100 stainless steel trash can by putting them in the dishwasher.
He thinks EVERYTHING goes in the dishwasher.
I doubt if I'll stay a Pampered Chef virgin my whole life though.
All it takes is the arrival of a pizza stone.
All it takes is the arrival of a pizza stone.
See above. I don't trust Christopher with the pizza stone. Although my sister has one and I covet it greatly.
I hid mine in the stove. Joe never looked there.
All it takes is the arrival of a pizza stone.
So very, very true. I understand the soap thing, though. I told Emily to just leave the stones for me when she does dishes. Finally she asked why, and she's really good with them now. But, mostly, she leaves them for me.
I really like my pizza pan with the perforated bottom. It makes for a good crisp on the outside, soft on the inside crust.
Of course, it's not like I ever do dishes, so it wasn't too big a deal. Not to mention, those things are heavy. Washing them is hard work!
Holy Hannah. I just got an invitation to a wedding September 17. Argh.
