Screw it, here's what I'm bringing:
Ten pounds mashed potatoes
Coffee
Hot Chocolate
Baileys
Various kinds of cheese
Crackers
Summer Sausage
Placesetting Goody Bags
Polgara
Lee
I think Polgara is bringing:
corn
cranberry sauce
cinnamon rolls
Oh, and I got coffee the other day and had it ground.
I need to get this. And milk. And basically everything else.
Natter now contains whitefonted puzzlings and my grocery list. This is better than some drugs.
Shortly. I am almost never doing anything more productive than showering when the clock shows these numbers. FREAKY.
But technically, your body says it's 11:00 AM.
Bisquick was on the list. I'll bring genuine Ohio Maple Syrup.
Salad fixings is on the list. Anything else? I'm making Mac and Cheese!
I did a quick Google search, and it's pretty widely reported that those are at least one set of Scientology vows.
Yet another reason it's a good thing I'm not a Scientologist -- I will provide my own pan, comb, and cat, TYVM.
Someone remind me to turn off the space heater before I leave work tonight? I'd hate to burn the place down while I'm gone.
Allyson and Sarameg, if Polgara's back is up to it, she's going to run me to a grocery or liquor store, so that I can actually contribute something. Do you need anything? Maybe some wine?
My list does not contain Polgara nor Lee. My list is faulty.
The listing is reminding me, too.
I think I need:
More squash
Eggplant
more rolls
Also, someone needs to help Alibelle, who is bringing her own provisions. If anyone wants juice of some kind, we need to get that.
There is also a Vons 1.5 miles from the house itself. We all should not wig too much about starving.
Man. today I need a yoga day. By like a lot.