This weekend I get to use a blackmail picture I've been holding onto for close to 20 years.
My dear cousin is getting married this weekend. At my wedding, he was supposed to be the ring bearer. He made it through rehearsal fine. He looked adorable in his mini-tux. He was an expert at holding that little pillow, but he finked out at the last minute. The photographer got a shot of him hiding in a corner, leaning against the wall and sucking his thumb.
His bride will be receiving a framed copy of this picture.
any recs about what to get?
They have a crispy rice combo plate that has two of a particularly delicious appetiser--we actually nudged a vegetarian over into pescatarianism for the night, and she thought it was well worth it.
Redesigning prescription pill bottles. I'm kinda salty that Target got the patent, since these are changes that should be implemented in all pharmacies.
That's really cool. There still can't be large-print prescription bottle labels, though, huh. This is on my mind because for a while my grandmother was taking the wrong dose of a blood thinner or something, due to not seeing well enough to read the labels and mixing something up one day. and it was No Good.
also, re: the bathroom sting -- he pled to "disorderly conduct", not anything explicitly sex related. Of course, as a condition of a plea, you have to admit that the facts as stated are true, and that the governemtn could convict you of the offense that you are charged with.
One thing I find amusing about the Craig story is that tapping your foot is somehow a signal that you are available for sex. It seems so minor and easily misinterpreted. Back when QaF was on, I used to sort of roll my eyes at how Brian Kinney could just look at a guy in the mirror over the sink and in the enxt seen they were going at it in the stall. Perhaps it's not as unlikely as I thought.
That is awesome, Cashmere.
