How do you load the cat into the typewriter?
Very carefully?
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.
How do you load the cat into the typewriter?
Very carefully?
How do you load the cat into the typewriter?
catnip
Hi, Buffistas! I'm leaving at 9:45 am tomorrow for a business trip. I haven't done laundry, dyed my hair, or packed. My one pair of black pants has a broken zipper. I can't find my small suitcase. It'll be raining in Chicago, so I probably shouldn't wear my suede jacket like I wanted to. But, my new shoes arrived just in time, and they fit and feel great, so at least I will be well-shod. Why am I such a mess?
Why am I such a mess?
I'm leaving at 6AM tomorrow, and I'm so on the ball with everything that I'm now worried that I've overlooked something completely obvious.
Like. Did I pack underwear, or do I think I packed underwear?
t goes to check the status of her underpants
I know I packed underwear. And socks. And clothes.
I do indeed have underwear in my suitcase. Go team.
Underwear I got. I got everything. I just. Don't. Want. To. Go.
I think I just got grossed out by PBS. Usually, it is CSI. But no, scientists slurping up sturgeon sperm from the fish's whatever with a syringe. Complete with revolting noises. I'll never be able to consume cream of chicken soup again. Nor mushroom. Gah.
My one pair of black pants has a broken zipper.
black underwear and safety pins.
I think I just got grossed out by PBS. Usually, it is CSI. But no, scientists slurping up sturgeon sperm from the fish's whatever with a syringe. Complete with revolting noises. I'll never be able to consume cream of chicken soup again. Nor mushroom. Gah.I was eating corn chowder. Was.