Hi Burrell!
Kat that is crazy.
I am sad for you who are at work. Luckily I am not. less luckily, mac is also home and I am sick. I finally got up at 11, but I bet I could lay down and sleep another 3-4 hours.
I am getting us lunch and getting black-eyed peas in the crock pot for tonight's party thingy at a friends.
The weather thing tells me it is 41, but is sounds really windy. If it was 41 and calm I might take mac to the playground, but wind is my nemesis.
If I have champagne in the fridge, does it do anything bad to it to let it get to room temperature and then rerefrigerate it later? I am wondering if I should just buy new stuff for tonight instead of taking it through the temp changes.
If I have champagne in the fridge, does it do anything bad to it to let it get to room temperature and then rerefrigerate it later?
It shouldn't if it hasn't been opened.
Where's bon? FotC are on Terri Gross right now! And yes, IFG!
I'm another one working today. I told a friend I'd go to her place for a party tonight, but, of course, we're supposed to get some snow tonight. However, I can't bail on the party, since I bailed on her Christmas party earlier this month. Oh, well, I just have to hope for not too much snow and that they plow Sheridan Road so I can head down to East Rogers Park for the party.
My girlfriend dragged me into a "sex show" bar down in Tijuana just so we could say we had done it. I think I was just over 18 at the time...was not impressed. The performer was mud ugly and all the hookers by the door were glaring at us.
I has a burrito with extra spicy salsa. Now I can only hope that I don't have a massive sneeze attack while eating it.
I have a South Beach Frozen dinner. They're really not bad, and I can feel virtuous about eating lots of vegetables.
My mom is on a sort of modified Atkins diet, where it's low-carb but also low fat. She's lost 30-something pounds, which is very exciting. I'm tempted to try it, but oh, the deprivation! No bread, no potatoes, no sugar of any kind. No beans! No oatmeal! No Luna bars! No whole-wheat couscous!
OK, that was hysterical.
I'm picturing shrift eating a burrito at a Tijuana sex show and being glared at by hookers.