I have a slip of paper in my wallet that says I have a license. I'm waiting for them to mail me my new one. Freaky feeling.
Yeah, that's weird. The security lady at the airport the other day said I should white out the date on my license (expiring that day), and I was all, "Oh yeah! I have the piece of paper, too! You want that??" She was like, whatever, you're fine.
Last year I went to Ikea on New Year's Eve Day (or New Year's Day? I forget), and it was pretty good -- not too many people.
white out the day? WAIT? Like alter the license. The security lady was recommending that? WHA?
White out the date after the license was expired. I've heard of that before, but I still think it's weird.
I think it's totally weird. WTF? What would the point of that be?
in looking up 56s for the next natter, wikipedia tells me this
Shirley Temple, as a child, wore 56 curls in her hair. Curls were set by her mother who thus made sure of the exact number
Whoa. OCD much?
Shirley Temple, as a child, wore 56 curls in her hair. Curls were set by her mother who thus made sure of the exact number
Hee. I knew that. Knowledge gained from "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood".
That's CRAZY. Not learning it from Ya-Ya, but the fact that her mom would make sure of the exact number.
When I was a kid there was a small cheese factory about half a mile from our farm. Sometimes we'd stop by and get fresh cheese curds (sometimes we'd get to watch too). Curds are the best when they're fresh enough to be squeaky. Best of all is when they're still warm.
I didn't understand the squeak until I had my first fresh, warm cheese curd. It's sort of like eating a very tasty eraser.
Even if it was A Very Smelly Place.
Oh, yeah. The Smell. I also bought an imported double Gloucester with Stilton, which ranks up there with the highest of the skeazy cheeses.
Shirley Temple, as a child, wore 56 curls in her hair. Curls were set by her mother who thus made sure of the exact number
Well, 56 is very factorable. So there could be 28 curls per side, with each side sub-divided into four sections of seven curls each.
Or not.
Totally crazy.
I also read somewhere that her mother had a contract to keep all of Shirley's costumes from all of her movies and that they were kept in plastic wraps, in chronological order, in all of the closets in their home.
It's a triumph of the human spirit that Shirley Temple didn't end up spending her days in the attic with the mummified body of her mother.