If I eat a big meal in the middle of the day, I spend 4 hours completely zonked. So I nibble instead, throughout the day. Variety of things I snack on varies and sometimes sucks when I get to the last of my groceries. Which I am at right now. Out of crackers, apples, carrots, pb...yes, I snack like a toddler. But no cheerios. Ish.

the hooker doesn't sit on anyone's shoulders

Really? Shoot. I was never a hooker, so I was extrapolating from memory. I was usually a Number 8, but sometimes I was a prop. And wow, did one woman in the second row have hard hands -- she would grab for the waistband, miss, and get a handful of underwear to pull on really hard. Not fun, you know?

I was usually a Number 8, but sometimes I was a prop. And wow, did one woman in the second row have hard hands -- she would grab for the waistband, miss, and get a handful of underwear to pull on really hard. Not fun, you know?

I know. I was a tight-head prop for 4 years. Oh, do I know.

Someone needs to teach a Snopes class for seniors.

Yes, I just had to Snopes smack my mother.

Again.

Quebec firm abandons lost cheese

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All this cheese talk made me call the Caputo Cheese Market near my apartment that's been recommended to me many times elsewhere online. They're open until 7:00 tonight, so I think I'll be getting out of work an hour early and stopping by for some samples and a hunk or two of pressed cow milk. I just read at the other site (a Chicago foodie discussion board) that they'd recently made some changes--gotten rid of the limited amount of produce they sold, as well as a few other non-cheese staples such as pizza flour, and are now concentrating on their main product. The old produce room now houses wheels of Lithuanian, Polish and Brazilian cheeses as well as their standard French and Italian fare.

Yum.

ita, the photographer from the LOST thingy does have a pic of you, I'll send it along as soon as it gets emailed.

Speaking of, I think I need to get one done. Not in a counting chickens before hatched, way, but in a just in case, way.

Scary, in a good way.

Yes, I just had to Snopes smack my mother.

Again.

Which Spam? I have Snopes smacked my cousin (who is like 46) and my mother's friend, repeatedly, over the last few months, and it seems to make no difference.

If Snopes can't help them, I don't know what can.

The Swiffer WetJet will kill your pets one.

I haven't gotten that one, yet. I think the most recent one I got was some cell phone one, scaring people into using Star-whatever numbers for an emergency call, which actually only works in some places, and not even most. I didn't bother Snopes smacking with that one, because it now seems futile. The last time I remember Snopes smacking both of them, the emails involved missing children--one was about a child who couldn't be identified after the Tsunami.