I like those measuring cups, but my measuring cups nest in one another, so I'm not sure there's a total loss of space taken up...
I have 2 french presses, after breaking 3 of them. And I don't even drink coffee, but as a host I feel obligated to have some way to make coffee for guests.
My dad, bless his soul, insisted on buying a Mr. Coffee the last time he visited, entirely missing the point that my house is 700 square feet and short on closets. I was so pissed off.
We do so have accents!
Totally!
ION, Home On The Strange is having a Buffy-themed week....
Consuela, I think our dad's are twins. My dad has purchased the following for me: full sized mop, 2 bags of cleaning sprays, and a saw.
We did always call them MAC machines, verbed it, etc., and I have a friend now (who went to a different school in Philly), who still calls it the MAC. I actually just refrained from sharing my every life experience for once.
ION, Home On The Strange is having a Buffy-themed week....
why is season two being coughed over?
And I don't even drink coffee, but as a host I feel obligated to have some way to make coffee for guests.
Heh. That's why we have a french press too.
why is season two being coughed over?
Because who the villian is is more of a mid-season shocker, rather than obvious fairly early on?
THANK YOU to non-coffee-drinkers who have coffee making capacity at home, for guests. I am still traumatised by my friend's parents who felt that Folger's crystals were sufficient for this purpose.
When I moved to DC, the big ATM network was MOST. Which, I'm sure led to the following exchange in some places:
DC resident: Does this machine take MOST cards?
Local: No, just [local network].
Also, bow-TEEK, "fountain" (South Central WI), and "pop" turned to "Coke" (Southernism).
BOO-tique.
Grew up with a percolator. Familiar sounds and smells of brewing at 5 am every morning.
Your Linguistic Profile:
60% General American English
15% Dixie
15% Yankee
5% Midwestern
5% Upper Midwestern
AND MISSOURI IS CRAZZZY. WE ARE NOT KANSAS, goddammit.
I'm writing an angry letter this weekend. Possibly a letter to the editor of the Kansas City Star.
GRRRR. Logic, much?