Willow ,'Storyteller'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And, yes, I know the odds are very high that ten years from now Annabel and her cousin will be sitting around at family reunions complaining about their mothers, because Annabel will be sick of having a tomboy-geek mother, and her cousin will be equally tired of having a hyper-feminine mother, Southern style.
...and the next thing you know, you're starring in your very own real-life reworking of The Parent Trap!
one of those (freakish) people who keeps her flour in the freezer
Hey!
I know it's weird, but I had a nasty bug problem in Romania (the bugs were apparently already in the flour), resulting in me both keeping it frozen to keep them dormant, and sifting the flour through nylons before using.
Also, the DH is opposed to anything on the counter, so no chance for canisters until we get a house with two kitchens. Seriously. He threw out my dishrack, and puts the blender and food processor away every time he sees them on the counter (which is about every day, since I use them to cook). Your housemates may vary.
Hee. Nah, I understood the reasoning behind it, Raq. I just wish I'd heard of it when I was younger. When I lived in Arizona I had a really bad problem with bugs in just about any kind of grain product: flour, cereal, oatmeal, grits. I just couldn't get rid of them. If I'd known keeping the stuff in the freezer would have helped, I would have done it. But, since I've never had a problem here, I just mock my daughter.
I love my job.
I spork the people I work with. So glad I do not own heavy weaponry.
Well, I don't mean that they puzzle me in a "heretic. Burn her!' way. But when I spend time with them for the most part, I feel like the exchange student whose vocabulary is "Yes. No. Thank you very much. No coke, Pepsi. Ok, fine. No problem."
Well, I don't mean that they puzzle me in a "heretic. Burn her!' way. But when I spend time with them for the most part, I feel like the exchange student whose vocabulary is "Yes. No. Thank you very much. No coke, Pepsi. Ok, fine. No problem."Yes, this. And then I drift into the room with all the men in the family because I'm more likely to be able to relate to the conversation, and if not, that's the room where the game is on.
I had a nasty bug problem in Romania (the bugs were apparently already in the flour), resulting in me both keeping it frozen to keep them dormant, and sifting the flour through nylons before using
How much do I love that you said "nylons"? I said it to someone recently, and she had no idea what I was talking about. Finally, she managed, "Like, pantyhose, you mean?" ::thunk::
DH is opposed to anything on the counter
From memory, so probably missing stuff, my counter has: spice jars, knife block, several cutting boards, tea canister, blender, juicer, waffle maker, foreman grill, coffee pot, toaster, wine holder, jug holding spoons, jug holding chopsticks, basket of little packets, phone, 2 cell phone chargers, fruit bowl, 3 turtle boxes with batteries and stuff in them, and more.
And I still want to have half the stuff that is stowed away more readily available.
Like, pantyhose, you mean?
I remember my first newfangled pantyhose fondly. What a delight.
Timelies.
Pictures of me in the OTD will be available no later than the 24th, though the photogs said it will probably be next week. I'm still waiting for our friends from the House of Lazy Ass to give us CDs or links to their pics.
Cindy, I hope you're feeling better about things today.
Thanks again to all of you for keeping me from descending into a dark pit yesterday. Bitches are wonderful people.
I killed the thread. OK, OK, I won't post pictures of me and the OTD.....