ERIN!!! YAYAAYAYAY! Hi girl! I am SO glad to hear you're doing better. YAY almost having the car back, and getting your life/finances in shape is awesome! Yay!
I just had custard. I shouldn't have, I wanted something savory, but my companion wanted custard, so I gave in. Now I'm debating....should I wait a while, and then go get some pizza? Or heat up a lean cuisine (the only edible thing in my house)? Or call up the 22 year old and see what she's up to? (That would require then either being turned down, or being not lazy and getting gussied up. Hrm. Do I feel not lazy? Not really. Even though I'd love to be entertained by her.)
God, I didn't just abuse exclamation points there, I freakin' strung 'em up, flogged them and sold 'em as child prostitutes.
COMMed. Typo? What typo?
Also, hi, Erin, good to see you again.
Lately, I've been seeing this recipe everywhere -- chicken with a sauce made of equal parts apricot preserves, mayo, and ketchup. My mother cut it out of the newspaper, and my parents love it. I've seen it mentioned a few other places. Now, I just noticed a version with no refined sugar in a listing of sugar-free Rosh Hashanah recipes. Where did it come from? (I think there may also be a packet of onion soup mix in the sauce. I've never looked at it too closely.)
gronks.
Tho I didn't start quite as early as ND, I did make it to work early! And when I got home, passed out on the couch till now. It took reading Bitches to remind me why I'm so effing tired. O ya, crack-o-dawn wake up call (the public lights were still on in my building's courtyard. It's just wrong I tell ya).
This [link] is probably waaay overboard as a housewarming present to myself, isn't it?
Oo Brenda, I say go for it. Just remember to say "ciao" to everyone.
(How can I *NOT* think of Eddie Izzard when I see a Vespa now?)
Helloo my Bitches! I am tipsy on a variety of martinis. Possibly, a tad more than tipsy but not quite to drunk.
I'm wearing ALL. NEW. CLOTHES.
I, conversely, am wearing the Emperor's New Clothes.
Oh ho! Naked Fay, within our very site?
What shame this is not a video chatroom.
And hallo to ChiKat too, for it's quite entertaining to see someone other than myself be the tipsy one of a weekend! (I am quite sober, and at home of an evening, reading new used books, including one regency-era mystery quite inexplicably purchased from the science fiction section...I have yet to discover what, other than the publisher (Tor) would cause that. Perhaps a surprise ending of aliens did it, rather than the butler? Or the butler IS an alien?)
I, conversely, am wearing the Emperor's New Clothes.
smiles blissfully, thinking of nekkid Fay
Ooh I wish I had a martini. And that I was home drinking it.
