River ,'Objects In Space'
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.
I didn't/couldn't let the bread cool as instructed. I think taking a couple slices will help the rest cool, so it's all for the best.
God, that butter melted like a dream.
I'm ignoring the horrible nookilur talk, since it still freaks me out. Ultimate powerlessness.
People don't believe that I still had duck'n'cover until 2nd grade in the eighties. Maybe my district was old school, I dunno. But I did know at 7 that it was useless. Whacky quaker parents and all that. I recall something about 30 minutes warning, given we were sandwiched between an army base and an AF one. Plus a missile range on the other side of the mountains, 30 miles away. I had A Plan. Which is totally fucked for an elementary student, but yeah. Morbid. I should ask my brother if he has similar memories, 3 years behind me.
I think taking a couple slices will help the rest cool, so it's all for the best.
YOU ARE MEAN. MEAN MEAN MEAN.
Glad I'm not the only freaker.
WANT. BREAD!
See what you made me do, ita? It's all your fault.
She's just brutal.
I had no Plans. I lived in London. I felt there was no point.
It's all your fault.
Let's not judge. Why don't we call it my responsibility?
Mmmm, bread.
Amazing how long the evening seems, when you get home at 4:40 instead of 6:40. I've already watched this week's Studio 60 and Veronica Mars, and now I'm watching Frontline. I could make bread! I am doing laundry.
Well, my Plan was basically "run home and hug the cats and hope mom was home and dad got there in time. On his bike."
You are still a taunting meanie.
Then it's your responsibility to make sure I have fresh, hot bread, right now. So, where is it?
So, where is it?
In my kitchen.
Feel free to stop by any time. I'll be leaving to teach in a few, but just hang out by the front door until I get back.