I *never* get to love the Lord. *pout*

t kicks sand over footprints

how am I supposed to tell you how much I love the Lord if you just delete the thing??

I think you should use marionettes! Monkey marionettes!

t /silly

Obviously, being stuck at work on a lovely day here in Northern California is not good for my brain function.

Happy Birthday, -t!

The Lord understands if I see other people. It took me forever to get the wrong in "Kuntsler" because I totally used to hero-worship William Kunstler(or was he a Koensler?,Somebody on this fricking list has to know the man I mean.) Lefty Attorney and I have a funny German name too. I had to fricking *lean* on that middle syllable to stop being all "Kiss Rocks?" about it...I get it. It's like being from the Mulva family.

I Snopsed my cousin big time, yesterday, for one of those e-mail chain petitions.

She's approaching 47 years old--old enough to know better, and young enough to understand internet basics.

I had to spoil the secret for her--that email fairy does not wave her magic wand--over e-petitions that DON'T HAVE SIGNATURES, PHONE NUMBERS, ADDRESSES OR ANY OTHER FORM OF VERIFABLE INFORMATION--in order to make the legitimate, and then bring them to the proper authorities.

Still, I hope I didn't ruin her April Fool's Day.

I deleted it without replying.

Go you with the brave tempting of the fates. I read that the Lord really gets pissed at people that delete email loving him and all.

Reminds me of a fun bumper sticker I saw a while back.

Jesus Loves You. The rest of us think you're an asshole.

I laughed so hard at that one.

I am home safely. No snow yet, and amazingly enough I didn't tell everyone at work to go f off...yet.

I bought a cook chicken at the market (yes I am being lazy today). It was cooked at the market and refrigerated. How long and at what temperature should I heat it up at?

How long and at what temperature should I heat it up at?

I'd stick it in somewhere around 325, in pre-heated oven. Blot it dry, and put a light coat of olive oil on it. ETA: if it has the skin, keep it uncovered.

Or, the microwave works well (but doesn't make the apt smell so good).

Oy vey, Robin. Between the chain letters, the bumper stickers, and whatnot, I always wonder why so many Americans appear willing to love a Lord of such questionable tastes.

I've got to make dinner and I have nothing in the house to cook for tonight. I think I will grab the kids and hit the grocery market. I'm thinking cheesy potatoes for the adult folks and mac and cheese for the little folk with some sort of veggie. I went the supermarket earlier but I was buy for a dinner with the in-laws that will be for tomorrow night. I also really fucked up by not getting chocolate for my wife during that trip, so she's still quite angry. However at the moment she's taking a nap.

Very productive day, I've been cleaning essentially since I woke up. But still I'm mad at myself for messing up with the chocolate. I should have thought of it when I was out eariler duirng the recycling and grocery run. Seems like I can't get through a day without making a mistake.

I think I will grab the kids and hit the grocery market.

I used to love grocery shopping with my Daddy. He taught me how to comparison shop by the time I was six.