I can haz Chai! Mmmmm!
Good job, Starbucks, selling Tazo Chai teabags (since I chose NOT to buy Chai when I was, you know
in India.
Out of perversity, because someone was trying so hard to make me buy it and was in a 'no, bugger off and stop hassling me' frame of mind. Whereas I should have been thinking 'Mmmm! Masala Chai! Why yes, I WILL be wanting some when I'm back in Bangkok!').
Gris, I actually find, to my surprise, that I like the white best. But both look cute, and indeed the hides-spilled-beverages element is worth considering (says the girl who ALWAYS ends up spilling sauce on her bosom. ALWAYS. Or it certainly feels like always, at any rate - sauce being pretty much my favourite food group, and my bosom being by no means a modest and retiring one).
Also? Bloody LOVING your dance moves.
Suzi - go you with the accomplishments!
So, good morning from Bangkok, good people. Today I am resolved to
finally
(after a year and a bit) go visit the enormous park that is
just around the corner.
Damn it. Granted I quite often have this resolution, and it never seems to come to fruition, but I'm hoping today will be the day.
I'm hoping that my resolve to go to the gym might also come to fruition, but it seems like a faint and foolish hope.
eta:
Gloomcookie, you're not wrong!
Park! sounds like way more fun than gym. chai sounds better too. But right now it is more like _ I can haz beer! time. A neighbor had a birthday. It is way to much fun to walk home with your last beer in your hand. Poor DH is suffering from evil, but needed dental stuff from yesterday - he needs more than beer.
Cinnamon AND plum, Fay! WOuldn't those go together well?
Ooh! I just discovered yesterday that my supermarket has cinnamon and plum preserve. I shall have to try it one of these days.
The new word I learned from a can of super duper Lysol spray was the fact it was touting itself as Tuberculocidal.
Gah! Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it! Stop saying that word! Between Daniel saying aloud, and y'all here..... it's making my scalp crawl. Now I'm itchy all over.
That's it - I'm allergic to the word indefatigable. I'm allergic, so I'll just have to avoid it.
I'll be over here with Suzi, scratching.
So, I probably shouldn't sing the word to the tune of "Unforgettable," then. Okay. Good to know.
So, I probably shouldn't sing the word to the tune of "Unforgettable," then. Okay. Good to know.
Yeah, the fact that you bought me Nutella yesterday and bananas and chocolate cheesecake spread will only get you so far.
According to the picture on this page: [link] I am more right-brained than left-brained. I don't think I believe that.
That is too freaky. I'm clockwise dominated, but, if I look off to the side and watch thru peripheral vision, I can flip it to counter-clockwise. And easily back to clockwise. Not so easy back to counter-clockwise. So I guess I'm more right brained... with left brained tendencies? Am I bi-brained?
In news of the day, y'all were FAR more productive than me. I got home from the flick @ 2am. Had to get car it's 105,000 mile maintenance, Saturday is 1st come 1st serve, close when we hit x# of cars. So best to get there early. They open at 7:30. I was there by 7:15. The line was already halfway down the BIG block. Miracle of miracles, I was out by 10am! BUT, being not a "I can wake up easy" person, I opted for snoozing instead of sleeping, in order to get up and out early. So when I got home ~10:30, I crawled back in bed. until 5pm.
(eta correct spelling for peripheral)
Had to get car it's 105,000 mile maintenance
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.....
You have a
Prius,
with
105,000
miles on it??????
What kind of crazy-ass cross country driving are you doing when I'm not looking? My car is a 97 Ford escort, ten years old, and I only
just
broke 100,000.
yup, it's a 2002 with 104,961 miles on it. I purchased it in 2004 with 37,000 miles. Believe it or not, I've never taken the car farther than Santa Maria, Joshua Tree, and San Diego. I also offer to drive all the time. Between the rock-star parking, and a crazy ass childhood fear, ya, I like to be designated driver.