Huh. In the mail today I got an interest statement for taxes from a bank I'm pretty sure I've never banked with. What does that mean?
Security deposit?
Allyson, just go ahead and change the name. I found it surprisingly easy to adapt to a name I didn't even choose-- doing it for a trial basis helps. A rose will smell as refreshingly bitter and all that.
Yeah, I rummaged the fridge and it looks like I am going to have to go for the garlic swap. I do have some really good spinach and goat cheese.
Off to "cook," which since a lot of it was already prepped from dinner last night, mostly means cook the garlic and warm stuff up. Then again, that describes how I cook spinach most times.
I wish I had the chicken to go with it. Sounds delicious.
Yikes. Chicagoistas, be careful out there. With the roads starting to ice over, they're now reporting nineteen-car and thirty-car pile ups within blocks of each other.
In fact, I'm feeling magnanimous - the rest of you be careful out there too.
That reminds me that we need to plan a trip to Shiok!
Heh, my originally, my post said something about screening the husbands OR making a dinner date with Perkins. Then I decided not to pressure you. Not anymore!
Oh, sparky! I'm sorry. I love shallots and mushroom and goat cheese.
::sniff:: me too!
The good news is that the hubby is out of town, so I have plans to eat what we refer to as "pork fried cheese with vegetables and other verboten food" while he is gone.
24's phone system is reassuring. Stuff changes but the "byoop boop" remains the same.
(eta: I'll take my continuity where I can find it. However, I still prefer if my verb tenses to match.)
My physical therapist managed to get me not only prevented from testing, but also from training and from teaching anything other than level 1 or 2.
I could punch the shit out of something right now.
But apparently that's not allowed.
The good news is that the hubby is out of town, so I have plans to eat what we refer to as "pork fried cheese with vegetables and other verboten food" while he is gone.
How long is he going to be gone? Maybe you can come down for Shiok! or we could go somewhere for sushi this week.
My physical therapist managed to get me not only prevented from testing, but also from training and from teaching anything other than level 1 or 2.
Can I punch him for you? Seriously.
What the everloving fuck, ita? I would punch the HIPAA-violating bastard in your stead, but I know you want dibs.
I'd inform the center that his meddling ass has been canned. Telling you you shouldn't do something for health reasons is one thing, but last time I checked you were an adult with a right to make your own decisions.