RRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!
How is it this stupid town doesn't have a fucking greasy spoon diner that serves breakfast?!
Let me amend that to: How is it this stupid town doesn't have a greasy spoon diner that serves breakfast within walking distance?
It's a small town. I can go and get a fucking Irish beer RIGHT NOW, by walking. But I can't get some goddamned eggs and hash browns?
I'm just frustrated. I hate this town and I have a whiny child at my elbow.
{{MM}} May all the people who didn't open a greasy spoon diner for you be doomed to find roaches in their food every time they dine out.
d, much find-the-problem-quickly~ma for your father.
ION, I am over mushrooms and eggs. Which is sad because I have a whole package of mushrooms and 16 eggs in the fridge. I guess that means I will have to make many cakes. Not with the mushrooms, though.
Thanks for the update, d. I was wondering how he was doing. I hope they can figure out what's going on and an effective treatment quickly.
Hooray beer! I want to go to a beer dinner and a cheese-making class.
Discovery of the week: Being three years old is very hard.
Being three years old is very hard.
I know, right? Everytime I hang out with a 3 year old and there's howling about THE INJUSTICE OF IT ALL, I'm all, aw. It's hard out here for a toddler.
I have a feeling that my beer dinner cheese making ways are going to come to an end soon, because Tom is actually, you know, paying attention to what this all costs. Stupid reality.
At the Y this morning, a small person about that age was screaming and yelling plaintively "I don't want to go."
{{{Poor baby}}}
You guys at The Treehouse again?
Being three years old is very hard.
I know, right? Everytime I hang out with a 3 year old and there's howling about THE INJUSTICE OF IT ALL, I'm all, aw. It's hard out here for a toddler.
I am at work, and SA is snoozing on my couch. Toddlers don't know JACK about injustice.
t /sleeeeepy Teppy
(I would like to point out I had my sarcastic font on wrt to toddler woe)