You're making dinner. You are not a bad roommate.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I would kiss anyone who offered me taquitos and french fries right now. I'll pass on the bugs with rice, though. I hope that's not going in the cookbook?
You're making dinner. You are not a bad roommate.
Bingo. I promise you, this would get you worshipped in our house.
Any food that gets made for me is worshipped. Which is one of the reasons I love my cooking!happy husband so much.
I hope that's not going in the cookbook?
Um, no. Not one of my finer moments.
What they said. Because this:
this would get you worshipped in our house.
is Truth.
Ugh, val. You have my sympathy -- I've had pantry critters before, and the "eww" factor is compounded by the "dammit, now I have to replace the rice" thing.
Better to find them while cooking than when they hit the plate.
I'm just scared of where else I'm going to find them now.
I'm having a dilemma. I have class tonight (7-9:45), but I am exhausted. I only got about 4 hours of sleep and it's catching up to me. We didn't have class last week. This week, do I tough it out? Skip? Go for 1/2 the class?