Ppplllbbbttt.
I took it out. The leg juices look clear now.
And I can't find the thermometer anyway. This kitchen has, like, seven thousand used cereal bags and about a bazillion used twist ties, but actual tools? Not so much.
Saffron: You're a good man. Mal: You clearly haven't been talking to anyone else on this boat.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
Amy - Sep 27, 2006 12:51:37 pm PDT #5255 of 10000
Because books.
Jen - Sep 27, 2006 1:00:36 pm PDT #5256 of 10000
love's a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you
I didn't hear how her incision was closed, but I can guarantee you her cervix is a perky little smiley-face right now.
Signed, The Cervix Lady
Aims - Sep 27, 2006 1:01:56 pm PDT #5257 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Hee.
I was taped.
P.M. Marc - Sep 27, 2006 1:02:31 pm PDT #5258 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
WE LOVE YOU CERVIX LADY!!!
And you know, the look on your face when you got that phone call is still in my top ten moments of ever.
Aims - Sep 27, 2006 1:03:36 pm PDT #5259 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Drew hanging up the phone and saying, "What? I have no boundaries!" is one of my favorites.
Jen - Sep 27, 2006 1:50:04 pm PDT #5260 of 10000
love's a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you
Getting that phone call still ranks in my top ten moments ever, so we're all even here.
meara - Sep 27, 2006 3:03:52 pm PDT #5261 of 10000
Amy, don't the legs take longer to cook, anyway, than the breast? Isn't that why one fears the dry breastessess at Thanksgiving? Or something?
Steph L. - Sep 27, 2006 3:14:13 pm PDT #5262 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Oh, you guys, Buffista ~ma is like magic, or something!
I misunderstood my dad about what exactly he was having done today (which isn't unusual, b/c he frequently tells me the wrong procedure/medication/movie title/etc.). He was having an angiogram, to determine if there was blockage that needed to be opened. *He* said it was an angioplasty to open up blockage, just because he assumed that there must be blockage, b/c there always is.
So the doctor does the angiogram, to see what's the sitch in the vein graft. Result: NO BLOCKAGE.
Dude. No fucking blockage in my Dad's stubborn, recalcitrant vein graft!!! So no angioplasty. So he's home already.
Unfuckingbelievable, in the very best way. Woot!
Thanks thanks THANKS for the cardiac~ma!
tommyrot - Sep 27, 2006 3:22:06 pm PDT #5263 of 10000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Yay Teppy's dad!
meara - Sep 27, 2006 3:32:09 pm PDT #5264 of 10000
Yay Teppy's dad.
Also, look at me! Online at home! Yay, work computer!!
Can I get a teeny bit of -ma? I might get to do something really freakin' cool for work, but it's a slim chance (I'm really not the logical person to do it, but it might be a lot cheaper to have me do it, and they know I *want* to...). So...