I am eating. gazpacho.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
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.
Laura, I hit the OSU football pool last week in DH's office. It's a pretty sweet feeling. I'm still trying to decide what to do with my $25.
We've sort of started letting Olivia fuss herself to sleep around bedtime. I have to be two floors down to be able to stand it--even just for the 10-15 minutes it takes for her to wear herself out crying and fall asleep.
I am eating. gazpacho.
Yum!
I've cut up some challah bread and left it out to go stale so I can make some bread pudding tomorrow.
Eat, msbelle.
Leave, Kalshane.
Dinner today is going to be a chocolate cupcake and either a bagel with cream cheese or a tub of yoghurt. I'm thinking the yoghurt is a better protection for my stomach against the ravages of Celebrex, right?
Unrelatedly, because bestiality deserves its own space:
Santa Barbara County sheriff's deputies come across a bizarre encounter at La Purisima Mission in Lompoc.
Around midnight they found a 69-year-old Huntington beach man naked and covered in oats.
Deputies say the man had covered himself in olive oil, rolled around in oats and allowed the horses at the mission to lick him clean.
He apparently told deputies this has always been a fantasy of his and drove up from the Los Angeles area to play it out.
Alfred Thomas Steven was cited and released for trespassing, animal cruelty and sexually assaulting an animal.
Or is it? I mean, is letting horses lick you while you're naked...well, okay, it's WEIRD with a capital WEIRD...illegal? Cruel? Assault?
Yeah, trespassing okay, but...
Gives a whole new meaning to sowing your wild oats.
I haven't been caught up in Natter in forever. I skipped to the end, and what do I find?
Horse porn.
ita, you have a gift.
All I'm saying is that next time he gets the urge, he needs to go to Washington state. Then trespassing is definitely all he needs worry about.
Okay! Cupcake ahoy!
All I'm saying is that next time he gets the urge, he needs to go to Washington state. Then trespassing is definitely all he needs worry about.
I think we may have closed that loophole.
Can't remember if we closed the one where we didn't have any laws on the books against corpse fucking, though.
In a shocking development Santa Barbara officials annouce that Flicka, Buttermilk, and Pilgrim refuse to press charges and Mr. Steven is released with a stern warning.