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....
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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....
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.
Butter on the bread before anything = right and proper.
Potato chips = The Devil, and to be avoided at all costs. (Okay, so I ate way too many Old Dutch chips in the car on a hot day when I was small, and my stomach refuses to let me forget it. I can't really eat more than three or four non-Pringles chips at a time before the nausea sets in.)
I butter my toast before adding the Peanut Butter. It's better that way!
I neglected to mention that Emmett left me a long, five minute voicemail the other day.
In a fake French accent.
"I am zo zorry to be calling yooo at zis late hou-rrrr. I uh how you say have make the spicy foods for yoooo...."
Oh, and Laura, dear lord, that child is man-sized now!
In a fake French accent.
"I am zo zorry to be calling yooo at zis late hou-rrrr. I uh how you say have make the spicy foods for yoooo...."
HEE!
When I was in Paris (damn it feels good to say that), I had a salami sandwich, which was basically a french roll with butter and salami. It was so effin good!!!
The warm ginger cake with pumpkin ice cream and caramel sauce at Chow is better though.
Hmmph. Haven't even taken me there....
Speaking of, Zazie? Tomorrow?
"I am zo zorry to be calling yooo at zis late hou-rrrr. I uh how you say have make the spicy foods for yoooo...."
Hi-Larious.
Speaking of, Zazie? Tomorrow?
Yes, ma'am. Do you want to see if we can dragoon Emily?
That Emmett. He is tres funnie.
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.
You are pure unfiltered evil.