Simon ,'Jaynestown'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
a guest asked me to cut his ticket with scissors instead of tearing it because it's his daughter's first movie and he wanted her ticket stub perfectly preserved.
WTF? That's so wrong (on an aesthetic level). The torn ticket half is the symbol of having gone to see the thing. (They can save that if they want.) A ticket cut with a scissors is just a ticket that someone cut with a scissors....
well considering my snack bar cashier is also the ticket taker, and popping popcorn seemed a bit beyond her today, I didn't want to confuse her by sending her a guest with pre-cut tickets so I politely declined the request.
the first time movie girl was impossibly cute though. She pranced up to the window with her white blond locks flowing in waves behind her, then bounced shyly on her heels until her dad caught up. When he said, "tell her you want to see Horton." She said, "NO! Chipmunks!"
CJ's little league team is putting nicknames on their shirts instead of last names. Unfortunately CJ is having a tough time coming up with a good nickname. He keeps offering stuff like "Terminator". Uhh, no.
So far all I have is "Mouth" or "Zippy" (which sounds speedy, but makes me think of Zip the Lip).
makes me think of The Pinhead
So far all I have is "Mouth" or "Zippy" (which sounds speedy, but makes me think of Zip the Lip).
CJ should definitely be Lippy.
Good potato salad does not have mayonnaise in it.
That is all.
Potato salad without mayonnaise is just...potato!
Potato salad without mayonnaise is just...potato!
Wrod.
no it's yummy!
So a co-worker thinks there's something "scary" about Obama. I really like this coworker, and I know we come from very different places culturally, but... what on earth could be scary about Obama?
Well, I got a forwarded e-mail from my grandparents last night, and in that e-mail Obama was compared to Hitler.
Boy, I should have come home and read the board before I stopped by the grocery store. I bought tons of snacks, but now I have all the WRONG snacks.
So, I’m going to IL this weekend to see the great-grandparents meet the nephew. Only, somehow I blocked out the fact that this seemingly good plan would include spending all day Sunday at a fundamentalist Baptist church. We get to have breakfast, Sunday School, morning service, lunch (at home), then back for the evening service! Someone shoot me now.