I like beets. And olives. Don't want them on my hamburgers, though. Not sure what chard is, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like it.
When I was telemarketing, I was told that we could always call them back unless they specifically told us not to. If they said to remove their number from our calling list, we had to. You know, legally. Theoretically. When they call me, I just say, "Don't call this number anymore," and hang up. Saves us both time.
Chris Rose's letter made me cry. Again. As did the blog from inside NO. I still can't quite wrap my mind around the enormity of what's happened, and its implications.
PEE-can. It's the only way to get the right rhythm for "PEE-can pie", especially when you hold the word "pie" for an extra half-second.
A PEE-can is what a guy has in his car on long road trips. PEE-can pie, that's just the gross.
PUH-khan. And I grew up in the #2 PUH-khan growing state in this here United States, and that's what we call them.
You all are making me hungry with all the BBQ, cupcake and donut talk.
Best BBQ I ever had were ribs at some place I can't remember the name of in Baton Rouge.
Best I've encountered locally are the rib tips from a small local chain called Hillery's, though my cousin swears by a place down by Ravinia that I haven't had a chance to try yet.
I personally can't imagine BBQ without form of sauce being involved.
I like beets. And olives.
Beets frightened me for most of my life; pickled, roasted or plain, they just looked weird and wrong and I avoided them like mad except in the form of borscht with lots of sour cream. I can't remember when I actually attempted to eat one, except that it was fairly recently, but it turns out that I like them very much indeed, and could have been loving them up for the past three decades if I hadn't been so weird about it. Yet another sorry chapter in my wasted youth (and what a waste of a wasted youth, really, to be wasting it on things like not eating beets).
Not sure what chard is, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like it.
IIRC, chard is kinda like spinach with tougher leaves, sort of, but not exactly. It's aggressively healthy and can be chewy or stringy, but is mostly pretty inoffensive.
ION, I have not worked nearly enough, the end of the day is fast approaching and there's no way I can get everything done, and my stomach hurts like a bastard. None of this is really fixable, but it could all be mitigated if only I had a puppy. I think. Anyhow, I'd like someone to give me a puppy so I could test my theory.
Anyhow, I'd like someone to give me a puppy so I could test my theory.
Sorry. You can't have Toto.
Here is my one no fail joke:
Texan picks up a sheet of music, goes ...
"You say tomater, I say tomater, let's call the whole thing off ..."
Texan: "This song is
stupid!"
I have spent a stupid amount of time this afternoon on reading logistics (between copying one thing, picking up another thing, printing yet another thing), without actually reading anything. Oops. At least tomorrow, I'll be READY.
puppy for JZ.
::falls down daid::
::happily, being daid, is no longer concerned about looming work deadlines::
::revels in puppylicious daidosity::
