vw might need the Toto cookie jar.
Oh, dear. Toto totally needs that to hold his treats. Hmmmm...maybe I'll get it next week. That would be fun and prettier in my living room than the boxes of treats.
[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.
vw might need the Toto cookie jar.
Oh, dear. Toto totally needs that to hold his treats. Hmmmm...maybe I'll get it next week. That would be fun and prettier in my living room than the boxes of treats.
The stress of finding an apartment is over, and the stress of packing and moving hasn't really started yet, so of course I have an anxiety attack tonight, right on schedule when I am supposed to be relaxing. My body is weird.
Thanks for the Oz fix. I totally needed that today.
Just got back from synagogue and grocery shopping. I left synagogue early -- the service started later than it was supposed to, and it was slower than usual, and I was starving because I forgot to eat dinner first. So I left early, earning me dirty looks from several older women in the congregation. (Generally, this service is mostly younger people, but this is graduation weekend, so all the college seniors had their parents with them.)
And in other not-terribly-surprising news, I got rejected by yet another potential match on the online dating site. Dating sucks.
Mets win!
They closed it out with a Giambi pinch-hit strikeout. That was a good game.
Cooking note: in turns out matzo meal is a pretty good base for a breading for catfish.
My friend John in college used to like ham sandwiches with mayo on Matzo.
It was a subtle bit of humor on his part. Me? I went for ham on bagels.
Of course, this was in North Dakota, where I once heard two people discussing where bagels came from, and one said, "I think they're English."
Why is jobhunting so stressful? Whyyyyy?
Why is jobhunting so stressful? Whyyyyy?
I don't know, but it is and it's horrible. I just finished printing out 30 resumes for a job fair tomorrow. I hate job fairs.
All the issues inherent to blind dating without the potential for an immediate reward of sex?
Unless you get a *real* good job, of course.
Of course, this was in North Dakota, where I once heard two people discussing where bagels came from, and one said, "I think they're English."
Huh. One of my friends in college was from North Dakota, and I remember several conversations where she refused to believe that bagels were a Jewish food.
I also remember that Bayou Bagelry, the only place to get good bagels in New Orleans, had a review from the Times-Pic posted on their wall, and the reviewer (in 1995) had felt it necessary to explain to his readers what a bagel is.