Rabbits can make v. nice housepets and are also herbivorous.

Except the evil one my brother's ex-girlfriend had who tried to take a chunk out of my ankle.

Why? Why did I look at photos of myself from the reading? WHY? WHY?

I think that the photo of paperdol behind the podium is great. She looks like the sexy librarian in a Playboy cartoon: intellectual and bookish, but also cute, curvy and bursting with, um, potential.

Basically, it's a vile thing that only people who are drink off their asses eat.

AND darn tasty.

I think that the photo of paperdol behind the podium is great.

I missed pictures? Linky???

I think that the photo of paperdol behind the podium is great.

So do I! I wish I could have attended the reading.

Thank goodness that donair pizza was explained! (Even if it's yet one more thing that I can't have.) I especially like the part about the pita being more ceremonial than anything else....

Seattle has it every other week (alternate weeks are recycling). It's yard waste plus non-meat food waste and food-soiled paper products like empty pizza boxes and used paper towels.

This is what we have in SF, but it's every week with garbage and recycling. Depending on my cooking energy/laziness, it can take awhile for me to fill up the little undersink can. Of late, the cleaners have taken to empyting this into the big can in the garage for me. Just one of the things that makes me think they are worth every penny.

Donair is to gyros as meatloaf is to real meat.

Suffice it to say, no fan. I can't imagine what it could be good for on a pizza.

Paperdol, a) he's looking for something to sneak your monkey away in and b) won't he be terribly embarassed everyone can look at his picture. But when one chants "Facebook!" as the shutter clicks, expectation of privacy slides to nil. Such is the downside of hanging with people who hang with each other online.

However, the really important lesson to be learnt from those pictures is that a) I need longer skirts or b) I need to pay more attention to how my legs are arranged.

We supposedly have recycling in my office - separate receptacles, one for recyclable paper and another for everything else. And when we first moved to this building, I was good - careful to put recyclables into the blue container. Until the first night I worked late and saw the cleaning people emptying everything into one big container. sigh.

Happy anniversary, Susan and Dylan.

paperdol, the after party looks like it was a blast. And you looked GREAT at the reading.

My poor babies! Both of them are sick today. Isaac just woke from his nap, no fever but cranky as hell. I gave him Tylenol and a bottle of milk and now he's zoning out to Backyardigans and is much happier. Frances has a fever I can tell, but she's still asleep so I don't want to bother her. I'll take her temp and give her something when she wakes up. But now I feel like the bad mom who threw a party and gave out a nasty cold as the party favor.

Shit, Isaac just got sick. I gotta go.