I think one of my dream jobs would involve small kids. Shocking, no? But there have been several, and there will be several more, I'm sure. I don't hang too much on them except when I actually try to work towards them. Knowing has never been half my battle; acting has been 3/4.
It's been increasingly difficult to find the particular insulin and needles I use the past couple months. I don't know if there is a supply issue, or my timing is just wrong. Tonight, safeway manage to not have BOTH the insulin and needles. Sheesh.
I think my dream job would be teaching cats to use killer robots.
But...but...no opposable thumbs! How do they control robots?
::picturing my cat with a joystick/control pad, trying to maneuver Robby the Robot around::
Hey, the roomba has a remote with a directional wheel. No thumbs needed!
So the roomba is really an instrument in the cats' world domination plan?
Man,
they really are devious.
But...but...no opposable thumbs! How do they control robots?
What do you think all the batting around of mice/tinfoil balls/jewelry is practice for??
Dude, my cat scares the bejeesus out of herself while running after a toy mouse and knocking over a coffee mug. I am SO not worried about world domination. Dumb as a rock.
For New Year's Day, I made pomegranate mimosas with an Italian sparkling red. They were Teh Yum, and not at all too sweet.
I just thought "I bet Atwater's has chili cheese bread sometimes" and then called them to confirm.
leaping natter to say - lisah is awesome. Atwater's is truly good with bread... and yet? would never have come into my brain. I miss the all-natural bread shop on Eastern Ave that made the yummiest beer bread and 7-grain, and was trying to think of that name - but Lisah came up with a Real Live place.
OK - help! I made a good white bean chili. it was good until I added too much (tired reader) ground cloves and ZYUCK! now I need an antidote - a sweetener? Something - because it is _almost_ gumbo bad now, but not quite so good. and that, my friends = ass.
