you just assinged somebody else the coffee machine.
No! See, I'm nice. I had Polgara explain to me how it worked. I did the heavy (ahem) lifting myself.
eta: Though, really, I should have made someone else do it, in retrospect.
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.
you just assinged somebody else the coffee machine.
No! See, I'm nice. I had Polgara explain to me how it worked. I did the heavy (ahem) lifting myself.
eta: Though, really, I should have made someone else do it, in retrospect.
ita will make us pancakes... and I'll go to the store. Again.
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Oh, Kat, in the spirit of making-people-do-things, can you make somebody else write your paper?
I should have made someone else do it, in retrospect
There's always tomorrow, with new things to not-do.
Hi Nilly. Good to see you swouncing about this morning. I was talking to a friend about the Nilly Tour last weekend. Her husband is Israeli. She was teaching her toddler the bits of Hebrew that she knew but she expects the child will be teaching her soon. It blew her mind when I explained how you managed to visit us. I assured her that it made all kind of sense to Buffistas.
I have coffee. It is good. Cooking was happening until after midnight. Not too much left to do now. Still have to bake the butter tarts, which I won't eat because wicked sweet. Grandma used to make them and the family loves them. Pumpkin soup is a last minute thing.
There is the matter of 3 loads of clean laundry that is asking to be put away. It can wait.
Good morning! HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
So, Happy Thanksgiving to the 'Murricans
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
My kitchen smells like stuffing. I am pleased.
It blew her mind when I explained how you managed to visit us. I assured her that it made all kind of sense to Buffistas.
It still blows my mind, when I think about it, and it still - more than a year after the fact - doesn't fully make sense to me. Maybe that's why I like to keep that tagline, still.
I enjoy the cooking and waking-up reports.
Aimée, just in case I don't get to post with you in the upcoming week - I can't believe that Emma is a year old in less than a week.
Turkey stuffed and in oven.
Pies baked and on stove.
Squash squished and in fridge.
Aimee being marinated in caffiene as we speak to wake up enough to make her annual Thanksgiving Morning Big Lots run for incidentals.
Nilly, I know! It's hard for us to believe as well. We are having a Princess Party for her. I am baking a castle cake, and people are getting tiaras as a "present" from Em, and she will be decked out entirely in pink so that she can tear into her chocolate cake and make a grand mess of it.