Let him do his thing, and then you get him out. No messing with him for laughs.

Mal ,'Ariel'


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.


sumi - Oct 20, 2006 7:09:30 am PDT #7940 of 10000
Art Crawl!!!

I've always liked butter on bread. I didn't know that it was UN-AMERICAN to do so!


SuziQ - Oct 20, 2006 7:10:23 am PDT #7941 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Dill pickle potato chips are readily available in the South

I think I'd be willing to try this.

Fried dill pickles, OTOH, no so much. K-Bug and I discovered these on a menu when we were in Denver. We each dared eachother to try it, but we both whimped.

ION - still feeling human.


tommyrot - Oct 20, 2006 7:11:14 am PDT #7942 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.

I've always liked butter on bread.

Me too.

And when I was a kid, my mom would put butter on bread and then spread honey on it. I haven't done that in a while, though.


Aims - Oct 20, 2006 7:11:41 am PDT #7943 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I have pancakes and bacon!


Steph L. - Oct 20, 2006 7:12:35 am PDT #7944 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Oh. My. God. WHY have you not taken me to Ti Couz?!?!? All the times I'm schlepped my ass out to your fair city, and I've been denied crepes such as these?!?!?!?

Steph, I think we need to correct this, so obviously, you need to come visit.

The Boy and I have tossed around the idea of a trip, but neither of us really have any vacation time left, so it's doubtful we'd get out there before 2007, when new vacation time kicks in. But maybe a miracle will occur....


Nora Deirdre - Oct 20, 2006 7:13:12 am PDT #7945 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

no minimums. The terms of an ING account are generally so awesome, I am occasionally suspicious of why it is so awesome. But we've had accounts with them for a few years and nothing's come to bite us in the butt. I assume the springboard into other financial products (CDs, IRAs, etc) covers the savings-as-gateway drug. They do mortgages too.


Nora Deirdre - Oct 20, 2006 7:14:29 am PDT #7946 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

cereal:

I've always liked butter on bread. I didn't know that it was UN-AMERICAN to do so!

Hee!

Also, I love fried pickles. I et them up the one time I was in Memphis. Those folks fry everything! And deliciously, I might add.


Polter-Cow - Oct 20, 2006 7:19:02 am PDT #7947 of 10000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

The terms of an ING account are generally so awesome, I am occasionally suspicious of why it is so awesome.

Yes! I mean...WHERE ARE THE STRINGS? I'm so confused.


juliana - Oct 20, 2006 7:22:36 am PDT #7948 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Dill pickle potato chips are readily available in the South

I could get those in the Midwest too. They are Teh Yum.

But maybe a miracle will occur....

wonders if praying would earn her a lightning strike....


DavidS - Oct 20, 2006 7:25:02 am PDT #7949 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Oh. My. God. WHY have you not taken me to Ti Couz?!?!? All the times I'm schlepped my ass out to your fair city, and I've been denied crepes such as these?!?!?!?

It's super delicious. You can also get it in a parfait glass (sans crepe). So it's a layer of ice cream, then apples (poached in some light cinnamon sauce, I think), caramel sauce, then chantilly.

::smeksmek::

The warm ginger cake with pumpkin ice cream and caramel sauce at Chow is better though.

Mmmm.

Ahh, Cash, I well remember the fun of getting Emmett into strollers and car seats in mid tantrum. You grit your teeth and soldier through and that's about all you can do. I remember after one such incident I slammed the car door so hard it shook the whole car on the frame.

I also remember the dirty looks I got from passersby when he had a meltdown in the BART station. Like I was murdering him or something when he was having a fit because he'd been reprimanded for slapping a teacher in the face. Fuck off lookyloos! You don't fucking know!

FWIW, Emmett's worst tantrum phase only lasted about five months.