The pancakes I make use baking powder and soda and buttermilk for the fluff. Delicious.
I've never managed to notice ash smudges on anyone. This may not speak flatteringly of my powers of observation.
Now I'm hold with a nice lady at Coke who keeps saying "wow -- that's completely not to our standards." Now the issue is being "heavily documentated."
It would never occur to me to call this in. Ever.
The latest episode of QI has just informed me that there's a species called "the paradoxical frog." I may have to change my LJ name again.
Things that are Just Wrong: when your underpants are giving you a muffin top under your tights. Dang overactive elastic!
My mom loves breakfast food, so we probably had a full breakfast for dinner at least a couple times a month, if not more often if you count omelettes.
Now that I'm in charge of feeding myself, I really don't do much breakfast food. Except omelettes.
It would never occur to me to call this in. Ever.
Generally, I just figure that the occasional bottle of flat soda is the price we pay to, um... have soda... or something. But calling it in is an excellent way to get free soda.
The latest episode of QI has just informed me that there's a species called "the paradoxical frog." I may have to change my LJ name again.
Hee. QI is good exercise. I watched a couple more episodes, and I pretty much spend the entire half-hour shaking with laughter.
an excellent way to get free soda
I never think of free soda as worth making a phone call for, unless it's free soda for life.
If I could email it in, then maybe. But talk to an entire human being? Possibly possibly if I were taking it back to the place I bought it. But only if I were going back there anyway. I'm sort of lazy.
Yeah, I woulda just said, "huh."
Oh, and did I mention that the banana bread I didn't give up for Lent was homemade with the last of my parents' bananas and their macadamia nuts? Because it was the best banana bread ever and it rocks and there will never be any more.
Furthermore, I appear to be giving up commas for Lent. There must be dog hair or something stuck under it because it periodically just doesn't work, which for a touch typist is v. v. annoying. Either that or my new laptop, in addition to its other wonderful features, is rebelling against my extreme comma abuse and is now rationing my commas. See above, re: AI.
Things that are Just Wrong: when your underpants are giving you a muffin top under your tights. Dang overactive elastic!
When you say things like this I'm obliged to imagine your belly.
I think I'm going to be mildly adventurous and order something new off the menu. Mm, Thai.