Mg, you're more than welcome to hoard the good of today. And tomorrow. And the day after that, damn it. You deserve a whole year of good days after all you've been dealing with. And YAY! for the whole family contributing to the good!
Went to the gym to work off stress. Got on the treadmill and started walking, waiting for the stress to ooze away. But then Pretty Boy hopped on the treadmill to my left. And not but two minutes later, Chatty co-worker chick hopped on the treadmill to my right. Nothing like trying to listen to my shuffle, look good (while sweating) for PB and half-ass carry on a conversation with Chatty. AAARGH! I'm definitely in a "Silence is Golden but Duct Tape is Silver" mood tonight.
sj, still no package but if it's from Amazon, that's pretty normal. I'll let you know when it arrives.
eta: Proper spelling. Duh. Thanks, ita!
I'm almost afraid to ask how many years old the num capsule is....
The recipe is old, the ingredients are quite fresh... Heh! It's a walnut pasta sauce.
ita nitpicked me!!! Yay!!! I knew it looked wrong, but I was lazy.
Thank you, ita. I was a-gonna say something.
Dragons hoard their gold. To keep it safe from the marauding horde of...hobbitses, I guess.
Oooh, walnut pasta sauce? Do tell.
I've never figured out why, when you're wearing headphones, people seem to think you want them to talk to you. IMO, headphones are an adult's version of the kid's sign on the door, "Keep Out, and this means you."
I've never figured out why, when you're wearing headphones, people seem to think you want them to talk to you.
Amen. This is especially true if you are outside and clearly walking for exercise. If I'm up to a clip of 4mph, I do not want to stop cold. I especially do not want to stop for cars that slow down so the driver can yell at me asking for directions. I've learned to yell "Keep going straight and you'll hit (Manchester/Lindbergh/Woodlawn/whatever)" as I walk. I am not going to stop and give you detailed directions to some side street I've never heard of.
At least the headphones allow me to pretend I don't hear them.
I've never figured out why, when you're wearing headphones, people seem to think you want them to talk to you.
I KNOW! Chatty either missed the memo or just doesn't give a shit. After thirty minutes, I gave up and moved to the stairmaster.
