Wait - I'm being told that is not a metaphor.
The Bush daughters had better sober up long enough to get their running shoes on, then.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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.
Wait - I'm being told that is not a metaphor.
The Bush daughters had better sober up long enough to get their running shoes on, then.
APPLETON, Wis. -- When Emily the cat went missing a month ago, her owners looked for their wandering pet where she had ended up before -- the local animal shelter. This week they learned Emily sailed to France.
Lesley McElhiney now figures her cat went prowling around a paper warehouse near home and ended up in a cargo container that went by ship across the Atlantic Ocean and was trucked to Nancy, a city in northeastern France near the border with Germany.
Bad kitty!
Timelies,
Ack. My throat hurts this morning. I really hope I'm not coming down with something.
Weekend plans include going to see "Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind" in the city tonight. I have a friend visiting from out of town who's never been and I've never seen one of their Halloween shows, so it seemed like a no-brainer.
Tomorrow night I'm going to a Halloween party/wedding, costumes-required. I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with an idea since I got the invite on Sunday (both halves of the couple thought the other had invited me. Oops.) and am coming up empty. Looking through my closet I realized I'm only a gun and a hat or olive drab jacket away from having a complete Jayne costume, so I'm going to look for the missing pieces tomorrow afternoon and go with that.
I was behind a hearse today. A caddy. Model name? Eureka. There is something just odd about that.
Last night at dinner, my family was discussing cars. My father brought up the Scion. It took me forever to understand, because they all pronounced it incorrectly. Jesus wept.
Last night's Daily Show was funny - Jon was saying how Republicans (or was it administration officials?) were eating their young. Then he did that thing where he pretended to be listening to his earpice, and said, "Wait - I'm being told that is not a metaphor.)
Heh. I've decided I will feel much, MUCH better if I begin to think of Shrub as Pres. George W. Backpfeifengesicht.
I hope they start turning on each other the way Nixon's people did.
That would just be the BEST FITZMAS EVAH!!!!
Speaking of best evers (for lo, I am shallow) Best Kitchen Confidential Co-Star Ever. With some small plot details.
Also, KC'll be back during sweeps, so yay!
oh my goodness with the pretty.
Bad kitty!
Well-traveled kitty!
Pres. George W. Backpfeifengesicht.
Oh, yes indeed.