A young woman came to my door within the last couple of years selling magazines. I wanted to take her in, call her folks and feed her til they got here. Instead, I pretended I didn't know she was coming on to me, and called the police and asked them to investigate if these kids were under age.
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
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.
Oh, Cindy. That's so heartbreaking.
It really was. I think I posted about here or in Bitches, at the time, but I have no memory of when it was. I know we were in this house, but we've been here three and a half years, now. I think if the kids hadn't been home, I might have tried to intervene more directly.
Teppy, were you hanging out here when you were in the Freak-Ass Church?
It's not really less weird when you DO have context.
True enough. I just like the kind of comedy where people take a step back and point out how weird our rituals are. Like walking around all day with schmutz on your face.
Teppy, were you hanging out here when you were in the Freak-Ass Church?
I was hanging out here for about the last year or 2 years I was in the Freak-Ass Church.
Happy Birthday Katie!
Freezing FOG? Are you sure you're not in The Day After Tomorrow?
After the freeze that knocked out the CA orange crop and dropped 12 feet of snow on upstate New York, I began to wonder.
Jake Gyllenhaal, it's sunny and in the high 60s today in this part of the country. Come to papa!
Le Pain Quotidien put raisins in my fruit & yogurt & granola parfait this morning! WTF? There have never been raisins in it before, and EW do they taste nasty mixed with the rest of the yumminess.
Kristin, I'm so sorry that happened to you.
Signed, Fellow Raisin Loather
A woman walking in front of me took a nasty tumble on an ice patch and fell right on her ass.
I took very careful steps this weekend. I did not want to have A Story told about how I fell on my ass.
The funny thing about Ash Wednesday is the instinctive response you have to tell someone that there's something on their forehead, before you remember that it's there on purpose. The two years I spent at a Catholic grad school were particularly trying.