Your breasts have been really reactive to the bcp
Ah, I didn't know that part. I can't stand hormones at all. Sore breasts were the least of the problem. See the doctor.
Kaylee: So, uh, how come you don't care where you're going? Book: 'Cause how you get there is the worthier part.
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Laura - May 14, 2006 6:30:05 am PDT #4637 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
Jars - May 14, 2006 6:31:27 am PDT #4638 of 10002
Hm, okay. Perhaps it would be wisest to get it checked. I just always feel like a hypochondriac going to the doctor, even if there is definitely something wrong with me.
vw bug - May 14, 2006 7:07:54 am PDT #4639 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
I am SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT!
So, in an effort to follow the butcher's directions, I set the timer for 30 minutes to roast at the beginning at 450 degrees.
The timer went off, and I reset it for the remaining time. I NEVER TURNED DOWN THE OVEN. I HAVE NO DRIPPINGS FOR THE YORKSHIRE PUDDING!!!!!!!
I'm a fucking idiot.
Pix - May 14, 2006 7:10:33 am PDT #4640 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.
Sweetie? I say with love and affection--perspective. Perspective, love. You're not an idiot. It's not a big deal.
SailAweigh - May 14, 2006 7:12:35 am PDT #4641 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Since I don't know how important the ddrippings are to the pudding, would it help to go out and buy a gravy mix, vw? And you're not an idiot! You made a mistake, everyone does.
Jars - May 14, 2006 7:13:23 am PDT #4642 of 10002
So cook the yorkshire puddings in oil or butter. Yorkshire puddings are freaking delish no matter how you cook them. Also - so very much not a big deal - it's not like you accidentally left the dog in the oven. That would make you a fucking idiot. This? People won't even notice.
WindSparrow - May 14, 2006 7:14:07 am PDT #4643 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Jars, here's ~ma for, no matter what the problem is, they figure it out really quickly, and most importantly, accurately the first time - none of that Dr.-being-wayyy-wrong-the-first-four-guesses-House for you. Even if he is hawt while doing so.
Happy Mother's Day, Bitches!
Seconded. And I would like to extend my hearty thanks for all the smart people who aren't letting the stupid people completely take over the world by out-breeding us.
Fred Pete - May 14, 2006 7:16:56 am PDT #4644 of 10002
Ann, that's a ferret.
vw, at worst, you have a delicious, well-cooked roast. From what others are saying, it sounds like there are workarounds that'll get you the Yorkshire pudding.
I'd say everything came out well.
WindSparrow - May 14, 2006 7:17:38 am PDT #4645 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Jars is wise and experienced with Yorkshire puddings.
vw, please be kind to yourself. I don't want to have to tell you off for being mean to someone I like.
Jars - May 14, 2006 7:18:39 am PDT #4646 of 10002
Cheers Andi. But, yeah, if it was Dr. House who was having problems diagnosing me, I don't think I'd have a problem with the lack of diagnosis. I'd probably just start making symptoms up for shits and giggles.