OK, now I'm craving potato salad. (My grandmother's recipe -- potatoes, onions, and romaine, with a dressing made with oil, vinegar, mustard, a little bit of mayo, and some herbs which I can't remember right now, though parsely and dill seem right.)
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Customer service: Okay, go ahead and close all windows.
Customer: My apartment does not have any windows.
So in addition to not understanding the most basic computer teminology, this person apparently lives in a basement lair?
I really need to go to the grocery store. Except for the part where I don't want to fight for a parking spot on the street when I'm done.
Argh.
I don't like sweet potatoes.
Oh, ChiKat, if you're still around, did ya get my e-mail from this morning?
this person apparently lives in a basement lair?
Or in a submarine. Or in a Zeppelin especially constructed for people with fear of heights.
My favorite potato salad is what my family calls Vinegret: boiled potatoes, canned beets, sliced black olives, carrots and an oil and vinegar dressing. I don't think it would work with sweet potatoes, though it might be worth trying minus the olives.
Oh, ChiKat, if you're still around, did ya get my e-mail from this morning?
Yes and I am a big slacker. Sorry, will respond soon.
this person apparently lives in a basement lair?
that would have been much more believeable if the OFFICE didn't have any windows.
Perhaps it was actually Misheard in the Office ?
Another haircut option for Shrift
Also, Shrift should dress like this. A lot.
Due to Hec's influence, I printed out an early Chrissie Hynde photo to go with the one I linked to a couple of days ago. Between them, my stylist should be able to come up with a fab 'do. I'm excited!
Sadly, I couldn't get an appointment until next Friday, and now that I decided to cut my hair, I'm all GET IT OFFA ME and have lost interest in it in its present state.
Righteous! You and Burrell need to have a Chrissie Hynde glare-off afterwards.