There's no gluten in spaghetti?

As far as I know there is, and the gluten-free people would then want glutenfreeghetti. Try to keep up.

Darn you people to heck with the earworming.

so fresh and so clean clean.

Okay. So here is my issue with the local news...

You keep using this word "unbelievable" in reference to the brush fires. In fact, you used it three times in a single segment. I do not think this word means what you think it means. I find it inconceivable that you find brush fires unbelievable, given that we have them every. fucking. year. like. clockwork.

Also? The next one of you that says the firefighters are "fighting fire with fire" is getting hunted down and beaten in the street.

Just. Stop.

In unrelated news, I bought a new rug that should be here in time for my birthday. I also bought the groovy coffee table/dining table that I have been lusting after for years. Sadly, that won't be here until Christmas.

We bought an old sewing machine at an estate sale, and are going to use it as an end table. It's an old-fashioned Singer--the kind that's built into it's own little wooden table.

I bet you don't have when the master of disaster/gets tangled in his telecaster

in your head. (It was the last thing I heard on the radio this morning. If I get an earworm, that's usually the source.)

Also?

Beefaroni.

As far as I know there is, and the gluten-free people would then want glutenfreeghetti. Try to keep up.

Pfah. Is that the best you can do? Where's the conflict? Where do they overlap? Where's the challenge?

They're both making impossible demands of the spaghetti man, and their dream impastas threaten the rest of us.

ita, back to work, your boss is watching.