Freshdirect doesn't substitute either, they just leave shit out. It's annoying as hell.
'Dirty Girls'
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
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.
Either way, it'd be nice it Peapod did that. It's really annoying. No Giant around here.
I thought Peapod and Giant were the same company. Or, anyway, the place I order from is "Peapod by Giant" or something like that. The option is buried way under some menus, and for a lot of things, you have to manually specify what the substitute should be, but it's there. (I discovered this when I realized that they only ever actually had one brand of organic milk, but listed two, and I finally just put each one as the substitute for the other, since their software didn't automatically do it.)
As Artist-in-Residence at Cornell's arts dorm, I'm expected to come up with stimulating art-related programs for the students here to participate in. "Letters to Walken" allowed them the chance to write their yearly Christmas letter to Christopher Walken.
That is hilarious! "I'm Chinese" has to be my favorite. Or perhaps "An acquaintance?" Oh, everywhere Christopher Walken goes, goodness follows.
I have discovered that I will be short on cards this year. I am not sure how this happened. I need a better holiday card system. The good news is that all the cards I have will get done tonight and mailed tomorrow.
I have a head cold, so my family went to the "Pickle Family Circus" without me. They were surrounded by tiny San Francisco toddlers, lured by the "Circus".
One of the acts was a lady in fetish gear (quasi-Nazi + hot pants) skipping a rope. My daughter was highly amused. I said San Francisco toddlers needed to get sophisticated early.
I have done nothing remotely Christmassy yet this year.
Not because of Grinchdom, just a lack of capacity.
I will eat Christmas cake, listen to "Do They Know It's Christmas?" and make donations to charity.
Soon.
I baked, hung a wrath, and hung some lights.
Beware the wrath of Aimee.
I had a head cold. I slept and sleept and slept. Once I had a nighbmare about breaking a martini glass.
Fear my typos.
Bwah!
My wrath is hung on a pretty red velvet wrath holder.