That used to be my standard suggestion when people didn't know what to order. I worked at a Tapas restaurant in Illinois.
Cool. See, the combination of ingredients seems so strange... like, who was the first person to make this, and was he
high?
Except once you actually start chewing, they're like ridiculously awesome crack.
It's my mom's birthday, so I made a little treacly blogpost in her honor. It made me forget about Birgit's boobs.
That made me laugh and cry, Allyson. Your mom sounds like a wonderful person
That's a very sweet post, Allyson. Very sweet.
Some friends of mine have started a blog for their baby and the preceding pregnancy. Babypicturesblahblahcuteycakes.
But I love the first picture so much it startled me into a laugh. The second one's pretty funny too.
I think you don't know from treacly. That's lovely Allyson.
I kinda love you and your mom, Allyson.
Allyson, that is beautiful. I'ma call my mom tonight.
Thanks! My mom is made of awesome.
Great story, Allyson. Too bad the only way a pair of crazy kids like your parents could own their own home in Boston after 5 years in this day and age is knocking off a bank. (Actually, even 30 years ago I bet that was impressive. How'd they do it?)
A family member gave them a no-interest loan for the down-payment, flea. It was one of those things we weren't supposed to talk about for a long time. I think it would have caused issues about favoritism or something, but my parents were so young, and struggling so hard, Uncle Bernie wanted to give them a break.
I think I may have to suck it up and admit that my finger may be broken. Four days and the swelling hasn't gone down and touching the tip (which is where the door slammed) feels like getting shocked from a wall socket.