No word as to whether he was lying then, or lying now.
Heh.
I still have yet to do laundry, and I just almost took a nap. I think the bread is putting me to sleep!
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.
No word as to whether he was lying then, or lying now.
Heh.
I still have yet to do laundry, and I just almost took a nap. I think the bread is putting me to sleep!
The ice has started, alas.
I'm attempting to make spinach hazelnut burgers. My oven takes forever to heat up. It may be a bust because I'm uncertain of the vintage of the hazelnuts. And before anyone thinks they are healthy, they involved a lot of parmesean. I'm totally making this up as I go, relying on 11 year old taste memory.
I think I have missed something about Sam Waterston... What did he lie about?
I have no done 4 loads of laundry. Go me!
Holy shitballs?
It's from the song!
So when you're happy (Hurray!) or sad (Aw!)
Or frightened (Eeeeeek!) or mad (Rats!)
Or excited (Holy shitballs!) or glad (Hey!)
An interjection starts a sentence right!
I think I have missed something about Sam Waterston... What did he lie about?
If you watch L&O reruns on TNT for any period of time...or really anything on TNT, you see the commercial for Law and Order with Waterston demanding, "Were you lying then, OR ARE YOU LYING NOW?!"
Tom: Hee!
I still have not put in the laundry. Any minute now.....
I am painfully, painfully bored. I am not, however, so bored as to feel up to doing any of the things I ought to do.
I return you now to your entertaining Natter.
It sounds like I am popping popcorn in my dining room. I am not. It is the ice hitting the window. They are calling it ice pellets. How that differentiates from small hail, I do not know. They are about 1.5 mm in diameter.
I am cleaning and doing laundry and messing about. The DH is off at a free class for his digital SLR camera. Nice lazy day, and we're off to friends to watch the Oscars tonight. It is the typical Hollywood glamorous Oscar gathering. Heather and I critique the dresses and watch their two boys play with Star Wars Legos on the floor, as the mens pick up our fine dining at the caterers (Popeye's chicken). We eat, put the kiddoes to bed and then snark like snarkmonsters. Because it is Oscar night, I am planning my party wardrobe--I am torn between the black hoodie and the blue one.
Go blue, Robin. Everyone does black.