Lori had chicken posole with green chiles in it. Out of a can, as a matter o' fact.
OK, that's FREAKY. Because the version of posole I make is totally made up. I don't like red that much, I'm more comfortable with chicken than pork, hence green chile chicken posole. The real key (in order) is the hominy, (and broken up corn tortillas,) oregano, heat, onion and some kind of fat, really.
The Boston PBS station just showed an episode of the UK version of The Office, and then the UK version of Coupling! It was the Lesbian Spank Inferno episode. My god, I love that show.
I am dead. But I can't die until tomorrow. My head...well, it doesn't hurt, but it's weird. Everything just collapsed in on me near the end, and it was hard.
Tomorrrow will also be hard, but today's instructor thinks we can do it. I can do it.
I don't know. But I do have to try.
Can your computer read MP3 CDs? I can't remember.
I think so. It doesn't burn them well, but I think it can read them.
oh, and ita? I have a little something for you when you finish this craziness you are going through (yes, I mean the testing, not the body craziness).
So this afternoon, after I left work the first time, I got an reply email to an email I sent out on Friday to one of the partners', saying (nicely) that she thought I was wrong about something. I wasn;t sure if I was or not, and I didn't want it hanging over my head all weekend, so I went back after I dropped JZ off, and spent 10 minutes finding out that I wasn't wrong.
Yay!
did you send her a neener neener neener email?