Top Chef redux:
also, it was a nice kick in the pants to Marcel that Betty won. Snap!
shrift, this is from like three hundred posts ago, but it was a sound investment for me to get the month-pass for the transport system. I wore that card out every month, and I know I saved a ton of money. I definitely reccomend investing in them.
So I just went to the dentist and got two fillings. Which, ugh, but I don't think I've had any new ones in 10+ years, and one of these is a replacement for an old one. ANYWAY, they're both on the top, so I thought that's good, I won't be drooly like you are with novacaine on the bottom. But when I got outside, I realized I couldn't smoke! I can't really purse my lips -- they just twisted and weird. Here in the privacy of my own home, I can kind of manage it, but it's still weird.
But when I got outside, I realized I couldn't smoke!
How did I never realize you smoked?
Because I'm ashamed of my dirty, dirty habit? I'm sure I've smoked in your vicinity.
Yeah, odds are good if we were inside together for a period of time (say, a meal), and then went outside, I lit up.
Yeah, odds are good if we were inside together for a period of time (say, a meal), and then went outside, I lit up.
Maybe I've blocked it from my memory so as not to distort the squeaky-clean cowgirl image.
Timelies all!
Well, we head off to the annual folklore society's getaway after work tomorrow. It's at a new site this year, and the buildings are heated.(In previous years it has been held at a summer camp where the buildings had electricity but no heat.) Should be fun, even if I have done no prep for it.
Bah. I could have seen Paul Krugman do a reading tonight at Northwestern. In Evanston, where I just was.
Oh well. ION, my MacBook now has 2 Gig of RAM. Now to install XP on it. But first, pizza!
I think cowgirls must have been quite dirty. I mean, assless chaps.
I have spent most of today trying to sleep off a migraine. If I don't make it out to kettlebell, it will have been a complete waste.