is there some weird law that you and I can't be employed at the same time?
There really might be. In which case, I'm going to need to switch realities. Kittenish has developed a thing for canned food and it's pricier than the kibble. Oh, and I like to be able to eat as well. So alternate realities it shall be so we can both have jobs simulataneously.
Plei, I have about a quart of amazing chicken stock in the freezer. I can roast the hell out of a chicken, make it into stock and then I don't really know the next step. So frozen chicken stock...
Maybe we should just get married.
My Amazon gold box just had condoms in it.
My Amazon gold box just had condoms in it.
... that is the best thing ever.
Were they glowy?
EDIT: Aww. All it offered me were Heinlein books (which I'd already read) and teen girl novels (which I'd also already read). And a treadmill. Don't know why that one showed up.
Bwah ha ha! Yankees are OUT!
I was joyful about that with an aussie pal over ICQ. He couldn't relate. He's still bitter about the Ashes.
Cassiepants, much job-ma to you.
I had a nice, quiet Thanksgiving with friends. I was a carpenter with an allen wrench and scissors, and a firestarter with natural gas and a light switch.
Who gets to support who in this marriage? Because I'm kinda in favor of the two-income thing...
My Amazon gold box wants desperately for me to die in some tragic mountaineering adventure. Though it is willing to let me have a Swiss Army knife for the trip.
My thinking is that we'd take turns. Two can live as cheaply as one and all that.
Like hell two can live as cheaply... That is the falsest sort of advertising.
I was a carpenter with an allen wrench and scissors, and a firestarter with natural gas and a light switch.
Didja walk on water too? Glad to hear it was a nice Thanksgiving.
It IS true! IT IS!!!!! Next you're going to tell me that God didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianpolis in the summertime...