'Out Of Gas'
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.
Choose Roaring Forties blue cheese. All the nummy taste of Cabrales, none of the wet dirty sock odor!
Alas, I cannot eat the blues -- mold is forbidden to me. We ended up with a triple-creme brie, Ms Quicke's Cheddar, and a delicious sheepsmilk blue that I can only look longingly at.
Whereas I'm thinking this may make for a pick-up line that's just crazy enough to work. circles December 22 on the calendar...
So, you'll go with the standard, "I come in peace"?
where high-density means you can make a lot of deliveries in an hour and grocery store shopping is difficult for a large number of residents.
And where you have a population with the preexisting assumption that one should be able to have everything delivered.
I'm sure it is very nummy, but I can't get past the fish head part of fish head soup. I'm not sure if it is the fish or the head. I think I'm still showing signs of ptsd from the guppy soup 15 years ago.
I've had an epiphany about my information loop: the two teams aren't talking to each other. They've picked me as a liason. Which, fine, but tell me beforehand, ok? Except I don't think they've realized they're doing it.
And where you have a population with the preexisting assumption that one should be able to have everything delivered.
I think that's an important reason too-- it's part of the culture to have ordinary items delivered. It not a luxury.
Speaking of, I need to go to that Container Store where you just scan items and they're delivered same-day. It's like the anti-Ikea.
I've had an epiphany about my information loop: the two teams aren't talking to each other. They've picked me as a liason.
Whenever people do this to me, I mentally craft voodoo dolls of the two parties and make them do the smoochy face.
Whenever people do this to me, I mentally craft voodoo dolls of the two parties and make them do the smoochy face.
Maybe that's part of my problem. I was smashing my mental voodoo dolls into a million pieces with an errant satellite.
Eeek! There's a mouse in my kitchen.
Luckily, we just had a long discussion about rodents...how many days ago? Must search. And good luck!
Now this is going to bug me. What movie/teeveeshow, etc. features the line, "Eck! A mouse!" ? I say it all the time and can't place where I got it.
There's a mouse in my kitchen.
I wish I could fedex a cat to you.