You didn't have enough bacon then, Dana.
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What is the right dosage of bacon to combat hurricane hysteria?
I mean, when the idiots in the booth behind you at IHOP are talking about storm surge, I feel like the hurricane has already won.
Also, I can't get in touch with my husband.
Your backyard is generally not a good place for a shallow grave.
I wonder if the woman in question was just batfuck crazy enough to not feel like she had anything to cover up, and to do a piss-poor job of finishing her exorcism duties.
Bacon has made my stomach happy, but it has not soothed my soul.
For that, you'll need pie.
Also, I can't get in touch with my husband.
I'd say he needs a cell phone, but he'd actually need to turn it on and carry it with him for that to be useful.
For that, you'll need pie.
Damnit! Should have had dessert.
I always thought Book!Almanzo was hotter than TV!Almanzo.
I remember seeing a photo of the two of them (Almanzo and Laura) when they temporarily moved to Florida--Laura has a gun strapped to her hip and Almanzo is sporting a sexy 'stache.
Real life is so much better than TV.
But, as a sad follow up to that statement, A&E was rerunning the "Child Stars" show over the weekend in which Melissa Gilbert was part of a roundtable discussion group filled with former child stars (from Patty Duke to Kim Fields). Gilbert told about the letter she received in the early years of the show from a little girl who wrote that her father told her she should be "just like Laura," and she tried to comply, so he would stop hitting her.
What is the right dosage of bacon to combat hurricane hysteria?
Shrift is right. This calls for pie.
I mean, when the idiots in the booth behind you at IHOP are talking about storm surge, I feel like the hurricane has already won.Ugh. There ought to be a rule. They clearly didn't have enough bacon to lull them into complacency.
Also, I can't get in touch with my husband.I'm sorry. You don't need this stress. When you do get in touch with him, you have full permission to beat him. Soundly.
Bacon has made my stomach happy, but it has not soothed my soul.
Dana, I will attempt to soothe your soul by having a BLT for lunch. It might not work, but I'll try.
When you do get in touch with him, you have full permission to beat him.
I'd totally call his office and leave a voicemail, except I just got tasked to do something urgent for a bigwig.
It's like, hellooo, little monkey, are you only capable of dialing one phone number?
This is what happens when you're helpful. And now I had to spend twenty minutes on the phone with someone who was actually calling me for a reason, but that reason included about five minutes of content. I kept having to cut him off, like, what do you want to get out of this? Okay, so you don't actually know and I need to talk to this other guy to find out what he wants? Excellent!
I feel bad for the guy, though. This is the second time in a week he's called me and I've snapped at him. But I'm having a bad month!