Cashmere:
Raquel, friends of our named their baby "Rice". They just signed the card they sent us with their names and "Rice". I have no idea if they had a boy or a girl. I just can't figure out why they named their baby after food.
Polter-Cow:
Maybe they went to Rice.
Cashmere:
Nope. Ball State. So I guess it could have been A LOT worse, huh?
From
F2F
(just because, and I include myself in this statement, it is so so true):
P.M. Marcontell:
I'm uncomfortable with anything beyond walking distance from the hotel.
Matt the Bruins Fan:
I'd echo this, as the idea of depending on the amount of cat-herding it would take to get 40-60 Buffistas into a small number of limos leaving at a set time is the sort of thing that wakes me with cold sweat in the middle of the night.
In Bitches:
brenda m:
This means I can combine all my stuff into one trip.
Excepting the grocery store, which I still do not have nearby.
tommyrot:
See what happens when you set stuff on fire?
Kristin, I am the Unknown Buffista.
prepares tomb in Arlington
Cause and effect, in Natter --
Jesse:
In other wild-and-crazy-on-a-Saturday-night news, my cat's nose is dry. That's bad, right?
Sue:
I don't think so. My cat's noses aren't always wet.
Perkins:
One of my two cat's noses are dry right now.
Also, two out of two of them don't really like getting their noses touched.
Additionally, ow.
Martha 'Cass' Stewart:
Growing stuff isn't always hard. Herbs in a pot can be fun to grow.
And I, personally, can pimp mint as being quite ignorance friendly. I abandon mine at random times and most of it just keeps on making more baby mint plants. Great stuff.
Basil pouts like a teen queen. Mine is by my door, so I can see it when it gets all melodramatic.
My sage either thrives or dies, there is no middle ground for it. But I have no idea why.
Never tried parsley. It's too cheap at the market.
Ginger
in
Minearverse
on the joys of reality tv:
If I wanted to watch unscripted stupidity, I could get to know my next-door neighbor better.