'Out Of Gas'
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.
I guess you are supposed to impress on your friends and family that pounds and pounds of pot, while a generous gift, is perhaps not the wisest thing to send through the mail. Hand-delivery by trusted intermediaries might be best if you are considering such a gift to your dear ones.
Heh.
I was relieved he wasn't planning on selling his ass pot.
Yet another reason to be wary of drugs! What does 23 grams look like?
The baying beagle pup vid led me to this excellent puppy v. kitty epic battle royale. [link]
it is becoming apparent that Thursday needs to step up and at least bring something to the door that isn't loud, annoying, or imposing.
Because fielding calls from vendors who would like to ship orders but don't have enough credit card information for DH's friend, who is traveling through various states ordering woodworking equipment and then having it shipped to my house, but not before I relay all of the messages from the vendors? it's a pain in the ass.
I'm on the thick gravy train. But I was raised on the thick, creamy, Southern style, sausage gravy.
And now I want biscuits and gravy.
Ah -- I just found out that a deadline I thought was tomorrow is actually Monday. Not that I'll work on it over the weekend, but it's still nice to have the cushion.
Yet another reason to be wary of drugs! What does 23 grams look like?
That's slightly less than an ounce, though I'm not sure what volume an ounce of ass-compressed marijuana would take up.
I guess you are supposed to impress on your friends and family that pounds and pounds of pot, while a generous gift, is perhaps not the wisest thing to send through the mail.
I bet Cashmere's fellow could start an ass pot delivery business.
My DH is rolling his eyes at me because I just booked us tickets (with miles) for Thanksgiving in Los Angeles with the sister that won't eat bananas. We are not planning compatible, my DH and I, but he admits that we actually get to do stuff because I plan, rather than never get around to planning like he does.
rather than never get around to planning like he does.
omg they're related. this means what, exactly?
omg they're related. this means what, exactly?
Your DH and my DH? It probably means we should never leave them alone in a room to compare notes about us. Have you taught I-girl to spy on Daddy, yet?
Yikes, Allyson. I'm glad you're okay. That's scary.
I'm surprised to see so many (any!!) people not liking potatoes, mashed or otherwise.Me too. My nephew hates them and I'd assumed he was a mutant. Though I feel bad for him because my SIL is from the "one bite of everything" school. And because I was a fussy and incredibly pigheaded child, it makes me twitch. So when they get into it, I have bad backseat-parenting thoughts. Not that I say anything, but I worry that she can read my mind.
A co-worker was very keen on chocolate covered pretzels, so I tried one. I think my reaction was, "Wow, that's a very effective way to ruin both chocolate and pretzels." I guess I'm not a fan of flavor contrasts.