There's no such thing.
Oh! And I forgot to tell you! When I got the big giant care package a couple of weeks ago, it had a bunch of boxed and canned food products that seemed like funny donations, couscous and tabouleh and that sort of thing, and also, a bunch of stuff from Trader Joe's! Go care package!
So I guess there is.
eta: Ha! Too late.
There's no such thing.
I still look forward to the imaginary pizza.
You people who are closing early are breaking my heart.
Well, okay. Not really *breaking* it, as much as, say, *annoying* it.
Looking at the menu now, it was either misspelled or I misread gandules, and it may in fact have been arroz con gandules. Glad we cleared that mystery up!
I think Keith Olbermann(Yeah, he still likes carrots)
and Steven Colbert should be on the Hero list.
Dark Deciderer is beating Bush 25% to 5%.
And I could blow this popsicle joint 15 whole minutes ago, so I'm not going to linger any further.
Last night I had George Clooney, David Tennant AND Denis Leary in my dream, and not ONE of them so much as kissed me. It was a long complicated dream with a huge cast and I spent most of it trying to get animals out of a living room and looking through closets for something to wear--what a waste of valuable REM sleep! Clooney did kinda flirt with me for a second, though.
vows to boycott any Clooney film from now on due to his shoddy treatment of Robin
and not ONE of them so much as kissed me.
This is very disappointing. I expect you to mack on every celebrity in your dreams, Robin.
Last night I dreamed about children lost at sea (carribean, sunlit - not North Atlantic at night), and another dream about golfing with tiny glass wands over a rocky seacliff.
I haven't remembered any dreams in a while so I'm surprised to find that my subconscious has taken up golf.