Damn those Bitches and their inActival Cabality.
"i"s are the halitosis of the digital age
Harumph.
I just got back from visiting a friend recuperating from surgery. It's really a strange feeling realising how much something you did with little effort is appreciated. I mean, I mostly went to visit him because I adore him. But he's been alone and with limited mobility for days now. Poor guy.
Meercat Manor, Lee.
No one in Big Bear cares about the reality of others. Thus, we are the Active Bitch Cabal. But Steph is welcome to ACTIVATE and have pie.
And turkey that was brushed with bacon grease.
Do I get to be an absentee member? I won't eat much turkey.
No one in Big Bear cares about the reality of others. Thus, we are the Active Bitch Cabal. But Steph is welcome to ACTIVATE and have pie.
Damn. Must weigh the pros and cons. Cons = must actually become active; requires some sort of energy expdenditure; am extremely lazy. Pro = PIE!!! Pie pie pie pie pie!!!
Please eat turkey.
I swear I'm going to finish writing this weekend. I swear. In between pies.
Turkey brushed with bacon fat is a damned pretty good idea.
I suddenly crave turkey. Or at least a Marie Callendars where I can get my monthly dose of sodium in one of their turkey lunches.
I love pie. It remind me of pi which reminds me of a bizarre incident a couple years back involving mathematicians and blueberries
Dutch Apple Pie practically saved my life, so it pretty much owns my soul.
ooooh. what happened to his foot?
So, Emily and her dad just came over, more than an hour before I was expecting them. Kind of wish I'd combed my hair earlier.
what happened to his foot?
He's had a long-standing chronic problem with it, and he just got surgery to remedy it. I suggested having you swing by and take him to Big Bear, since his GF is out of town, but he couldn't have handled the drive.