And, randomly, I got a free sample in the mail today of Hamburger Helper Microwave Singles. I was hungry when I got home, so I figured, hey, free food.
It's actually really good. FYI.
Well, it's just good to know that when the chips are down and things look grim you'll feed off the girl who loves you to save your own ass!
Xander ,'Chosen'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Steph L. - May 11, 2007 11:51:59 am PDT #8616 of 10003
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Ailleann - May 11, 2007 11:55:26 am PDT #8617 of 10003
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Yay on the raise, Suzi!
Yay for good news, Steph!
SuziQ - May 11, 2007 11:56:32 am PDT #8618 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Steph, I'm so glad this is just muscle related.
Thanks for all the YAYAYAYAY. I'm off to see K-Bug play and then my A's....a whole afternoon/evening of bats and balls. WHeeeeeeeeeeee! My kind of celebration.
§ ita § - May 11, 2007 11:58:07 am PDT #8619 of 10003
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I was pretty close to that before, but ewwwww.
It's not as bad as the sound bites make it sound. The ingredients it has in common with lube, etc, are common food ingredients.
Don't eat it because it's funny tasting and real whipped cream is delicious--that's the best reason.
I wish Flexeril was still working for me. Looks like my love affair with Percoset is over just a week in.
Good thing I have a Boy at my beck and call....
So that's what they're for.
Suzi, good job on the job.
ChiKat - May 11, 2007 11:59:56 am PDT #8620 of 10003
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Yay for Suzi and Steph!! Good news all around!!
SailAweigh - May 11, 2007 12:03:56 pm PDT #8621 of 10003
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Yay for raise, Suzi!
Go, flexeril, Steph!
I made a needless trip to the old job. Even though I asked them to hold my last check, they mailed it to me. I picked up my mail yesterday from having it held while I was on vacation, but didn't look through it. Guess I should have. Ah, well, it was good to get out of the house.
Cashmere - May 11, 2007 12:09:09 pm PDT #8622 of 10003
Now tagless for your comfort.
And I have giganto ibuprofen pills and that godsend of the pharmaceutical world, flexiril.
Oh, yeah. Which reminds me--I need to refill my ibuprofen horse pills before the 22nd.
ita, have you tried Ultram. It's very lovely.
Jessica - May 11, 2007 12:10:13 pm PDT #8623 of 10003
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
And I have giganto ibuprofen pills and that godsend of the pharmaceutical world, flexiril.
Eeeeeeeeeexcellent.
Pix - May 11, 2007 12:13:06 pm PDT #8624 of 10003
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
WOOT for Suzi's raise!
WOOT for Tep's pain being muscle-related rather than something worse!
I was going to post: Oh, Kristin. At least your day has to get better, right?
Actually, it hasn't been a bad day. It's been a very hectic yet amusing day. I just taught scenes from Act One of Macbeth with about a dozen grandparents looking on. It went surprisingly well (how could I go wrong by making the girls act in front of their grandparents? Cameras, ho!), and I had a neat moment at the end. One of the grandfathers came up to me, clasped my hand, and said, "I taught Macbeth fifty years ago, and you just taught it better than I ever did. Keep on teaching." Damn those allergies.
beekaytee - May 11, 2007 12:22:37 pm PDT #8625 of 10003
Compassionately intolerant
Yay for non-threatening pain and increased range of motion and raises! Good day for Bitches.
The 16 year old has decide to test me...only three days in...blergh. Everything has been going great guns, or so I thought.
Tonight he calls on the way home from school to ask if he can do something that had been clearly established as a no last week in front of his father. Now? I'm getting the tight-assed bitch treatment and am not loving it. Also? Taking too long to get home.
A couple of weeks ago, we had a come to jesus talk. Tonight? All mighty hellfire...or at least some very stern words.
A tiny voice in my head is screaming why did he have to go and ruin it?!
I can deal, but I don't want to.