I win!
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Damn those people of the past!!
Just yesterday I read that the percentage of Americans who said they'd never vote for an atheist for President is much higher now than it was a few decades ago....
I know, right? I was watching an old movie the other day and thinking that. It was all so pretty and glossy and glamorous and fun, and also totally racist and sexist and classist, and I don't miss it.
Anyway, for those following along, I went back out to the house tonight and the furnace was mysteriously working again. It was the same thermostat, so probably the furnace guy didn't come out. I dunno. Maybe it just took a while to bleed air from the lines or something if I actually did run out.
So I also took some pictures, which I'll have up for you guys later on.
ok. I am happy I came back to read just one more refresh.
Just yesterday I read that the percentage of Americans who said they'd never vote for an atheist for President is much higher now than it was a few decades ago....
Maybe because it was so much more theoretical then? Does Rudy Giuliani profess belief in God?
OW.
I had to cook the cutlets in two batches because the pan wasn't big enough. Which meant when I was putting the second group in, the oil was already REALLY HOT and splattered the inside of my right forearm.
I immediately ran cold water over it, but over half an hour later it's covered in red welts and still stings stings stings.
OW.
I'm going to sit here feeling sorry for myself and icing my arm.
Liese, are you being literally gaslighted?
picspam of things that did not exist in 1970: Noah would like to share with you his new favorite facial expression - [link]
OK, apparently I'm not supposed to be icing this thing. Sigh. Because ice (actually, resting my arm on a bag of frozen peas) makes the stinging stop. And apparently I need a gauze bandage. Wonder if DH feels like going to Target...