I've said this before, but I, for one, am glad that Jesse is here to watch TV for us, so I don't have to.
That was actually thanks to my surfing of the interwebs, but I'm happy to do my part. Also, I helped check the wet men.
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I've said this before, but I, for one, am glad that Jesse is here to watch TV for us, so I don't have to.
That was actually thanks to my surfing of the interwebs, but I'm happy to do my part. Also, I helped check the wet men.
Do you always say that in a Buzz Lightyear voice?
Now I do.
Me too.
I would love to come have tikka with you, Maria, but sadly I think I am stuck with PF chang left overs. There are far worse fates, I know.
IOmemeN, I think I am getting a cold. Feh.
I know lots of people already told you it's working fine ita, but I thought I'd check for you anyway. And it does seem to be fine. I'll just keep checking for a while anyway. Y'know, to make sure.
Man, Buffistas are the best Quality Assurance team EVER.
Depends on the product, of course.
ION, tough surfer chick talks about being bitten by a shark. [link]
I love how the interviewer says "It's your first wedding." She's just assuming this won't last and Katie's not even correcting her.
My uncle Phil always introduces my aunt May (no, really) as his ::first:: wife, to keep her on her toes. Of course, they have been married like 25 years and she just rolls her eyes 4evah.
My uncle Phil always introduces my aunt May (no, really) as his ::first:: wife, to keep her on her toes. Of course, they have been married like 25 years and she just rolls her eyes 4evah.
My asshole high school biology teacher used to refer to his wife that way. It made me want to claw out his eyes (of course, so did just about everything else that came out of his mouth).
My dad does it, too. But he's not an asshole.
Naan and Beyond, on the corner of 17th and L.
WHAT? That wasnt' there when I worked at 20th and M for all those years, damnit. And I was just grousing to my minion about the lack of close, cheap Indian at current workplace. Feh.
Damn. Now I want fresh yogurt from the Greek Deli at 19th and L.
It wasn't till I came here that I was exposed regularly, casually, and socially to "my future ex-husband/wife" as a way to describe someone you're not dating yet.
I quite like it.
To the point of using the term "your future ex-brother-in-law."
It's oh-so-So-Cal.