I try to keep the boxed milk too. It's usually hiding out with the evaporated milk or with Hershey's Quik and Ovaltine.

I'm gonna take a stand and say Ann Coulter is bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Worse than a worse, worse thing. I don't like her. And if my brother buys her new book, I'm gonna disown him.

There seems to be a backlash amongst both liberals and conservatives about her latest idiocy: tommyrot "Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams." Jun 7, 2006 1:59:11 pm PDT

I'm gonna continue pretending Ann Coulter doesn't exist.

I don't buy milk, but I get my soy milk in a box and it is teh awesome.

I went to a kosher winery Saturday before last, and the ladies working the tasting bar said that their wine is flash pasteurized, and somehow that made it okay for them to sell on Saturday (we were so not thinking when we decided when we would go, will have to go back to be able to do the tour when the place is open and not resting in accordance with kosher law (can I roll my own eyes at myself?)). We just need to come up with super pasteurization and wonder pasteurization and we'll have a whole Justice League of milk processing techniques.

Oh, and I called the vet today, because I was really not happy with the way his ears looked last night. They looked filled with puss. Apparently, this medication, when mixed with ear wax, can do that. Now, wouldn't that have been a nice thing to tell a mom?

YIKES! vw, it would have been nice to get a warning. I feel for your ear issues with Toto. Mac gets yeast/bacterial infections about twice a year in her floppy ears. I think they wouldn't happen if I were more scrupulous about keeping them clean--but I'm too focused on kid ears anymore.

Yeah, I just got the injection on Monday. It's supposed to continuously release the steroid over about six weeks, so things should hopefully continue to improve

tommyrot, that's awesome!! yay for quick improvement!

Nick had me cut his hair very much like that, only worse... on purpose. Now he has hair paste and does strange things to make it look even worser.

Hee. I've got some good hair paste. I think I may need to punk O's hair out, put on his black pirate t-shirt and take some pictures.

And I'll tell DH his haircutting technique gets the bitch stamp of approval.

Shelf-stable milk? Mmm...that's something I should probably keep on hand for milk emergencies.

I'd eagerly join the pitchfork & torch toting crowd who goes after Coulter.

I think I may need to punk O's hair out, put on his black pirate t-shirt and take some pictures.

Yes, please!

My husband has had a quirky day.

We're currently working on getting the car inspected so it can be registered *cough*sixmonthslate*cough*. He was at a small independent oil changing place which shall now be our preferred oil changing place. Everyone there owns a Mustang of some sort or another. My car is a '78 Mustang II. Hubby has a '69 Mustang.

They asked him why I hadn't pestered him into getting me one of the cool '05 Mustangs. Rather than laughing at them in poverty-induced hysteria, he said, "She'd just want a convertible, and you know how red-heads get in convertibles." They nodded and made many "wise" statements about the cost of keeping red-heads happy.

Someone piped up, "It can't be worse than paying for a blonde." The other mechanics laughed derisively. One turned to Hubby: "So if you don't buy her a flashy car, how do you keep her happy?"

Hubby, obviously not versed in the ways of Buffista!thought, said, "I have other qualities that keep her happy."

To which the mechanics all laughed and said, "Now you're just bragging."

He swears he wasn't meaning anything naughty, but I definitely laughed loudly when he told me.

Love the pirate picture idea. Dude so needs to be cool.

tommyrot has forsaken the penguin revolution.

I see, now, that there's a reason, and it's a good one, so yay! But I was going to try to get Kara to say something about penguins so I could keep with the current theme and still be all up with the cool folks.

But I love the current Kara quote. Hee.

Also from Hubby today:

Hubby: I met David today at Irish Babies and King.
Me: At where?
Hubby: Irish Babies and King.
Me: What?
Hubby (grinning): Bairns and Noble.

I hit him with my purse as I laughed.