cigarette company wants to destroy books. Because it thinks that this will somehow make them look better????

Sure it does - 50 years ago, they would have had us all smoking them!

You put cloves in chili? Interesting. I'm more chili/cinammon/cumin/chocolate yself.

usually, me too. New recipe. tired eyes. bad badness.

Mr. Peabody is awesome! Bears some relationship to our Tuck - who also has a late-sleeping, tissue-stealing penchant. She jumps though. And waits for Sparky to make her breakfast (when we leave her food on top of the car, rather than in the car before roadtrips).

Go DJ! Good Luck!

o_a - you need to eat today, yes?

It's gotten cold here ... cold enough that my nice, shiny lip gloss gummed up.

My lips really were sealed.

Thanks for admiring the dog. I, of course, think he's the cutest dog ever, even if he has acquired a cat-like ability to climb up on things in order to steal kleenex. Fortunately for me, Mr. Peabody is not a morning dog. He eats his food, goes outside and then goes back to bed. He waits until later in the day to become a maniac.

A friend of mine has a Jack Russell. She found him on top of the refrigerator once. I don't think I could handle a dog that smart or with that much energy.

Fay, reassure me that I wouldn't be all sore-thumb-y if hanging around in Cairo with an art-teacher coworker? There's lots of foreign dames not speaking Arabic, yes?

I guess I'm feeling very unadventurous and timid. Don't know why.

And waits for Sparky to make her breakfast (when we leave her food on top of the car, rather than in the car before roadtrips).

Your DH put 1/2 a cup of kibble in her bowl and told her to make it last because that was all the food you had. So I scrambled her an egg. Poor Tuck!

So here at work, I suggested we have a party for the person getting married after the actual wedding, when she could relax and enjoy it. Everyone who has weighed in this morning seems to find this craxy talk, and they are suggesting that the bride would consider herself slighted.

I wouldn't have felt myself slighted, I would have been damn glad of one less thing to smile through before the wedding.

eta: Mr. Peabody is adorable! And I love reading about the trouble he gets in, because from where I sit, that too is adorable. And then I sign up for more sessions for my Sassafras at puppy day care so she comes home too tired to make too much trouble.

Is dim sum actual Chinese, or an American invention? Now that I'm thinking about Chinese food, I want dim sum. And I don't think there's a vegetarian dim sum place in DC.

Dim sum is a Hong Kong thing, but only white people call it "dim sum" - in Chinese, the actual meal is called yum cha. (Dim sum is the kind of food served at yum cha, but saying "going to dim sum" is like saying "going to pancakes" instead of "going to brunch.")

My sister living in Macau tells me that they do Western food like we do Chinese food, so we shouldn't feel too bad about enjoying our General Tso's Chicken.

they are suggesting that the bride would consider herself slighted.

It SOOOO depends on the bride, doesn't it? Some people have always wanted the traditional group and sequence of events and feel like a wedding isn't really a wedding without them; some people are much more a la carte, and happy to pick and choose based on particular convenience/enjoyment/hassle. Actually, I guess most people are a combination -- some things are totally negotiable, some things are sacred.

I like the rationale that they don't want to appear to have their cigarette brand associated with "an initiative that aims to spark an interest in fiction for young people." As far as I can tell, those cigarette pack books are simply aimed at, y'know, people who like books. But clearly, the only people who'll read fiction are kids, and they need to be encouraged to do it.

Phone: *Morning. Ring.*

Me: Fuck you. Just fuck you.

Phone: *Look, Captain Cheery, I'm a phone. This is what I do. Ring.*

Me: Do it to someone else.

Phone: *Fine. Move me to another desk. They'll just replace me. Ring.*

Fuckcake O' the Day: I'm checking to make sure one of my employees is actively insured. He has to go to the doctor.

Me: Give me a moment...yep, we show his coverage is active.

FCOtD: It's just that another employee went to the doctor and his insurance said he wasn't in the system.

Me: Well, we show this guy is active.

FCOtD: Okay, well...but this first guy, he went to the doctor and he wasn't in the system.

Me: Well, we're showing this new guy is all set.

FCOtD: ...can't you call the insurance company and check?

Things I Didn't Say: Okay. Can't you come down here and slurp my bunghole clean while I do it, you shitbag?