I too would like to see pictures.

I like bbq, but don't like that I can still taste it the next day. Anything with vinegar seems to do that to me.

I've lost 10 lbs since I last stepped on my scale which...it's been a while, maybe a couple months? And while I'm fine with losing weight, and have suspected it was happening (slight boob shrinkage,) I'm at a loss as to what I'm doing to result in it. Maybe it's all the bananas I've been eating lately. Or the scale is kerflooey.

There's an argument to be made that the heady romantic love that's being peddled by Hallmark is not what long term relationships are best made of, but that's not really the argument she puts forth for very long. The point that you're not going to be drunk on your mate for fifty years isn't the same point as you'll need someone to distract the kid for twenty minutes so you can shovel lunch.

Is it just me, or is this sort of jumbled mess of half-assed, uninformed opinion passing for intelligent argument becoming more and more common these days? Maybe I'm just being too cynical, but I swear the Limbaughs, O'Reilleys, Hannitys and Schlessingers have somehow emboldened the morons of the world.

Maybe it's just because I'm reading the "Incompetent and Unaware of it" paper in another window.

Broken scales don't make your boobs shrink, sara.

Oh, god, want popcorn NOW. Do you suppose someone put crack into the kernels? Would that explain all this? Because I suspect I'm popping way more than two servings tonight.

California wants money from me. Curse you, California! Haven't you taken enough from me?

Is it just me, or is this sort of jumbled mess of half-assed, uninformed opinion passing for intelligent argument becoming more and more common these days? Maybe I'm just being too cynical, but I swear the Limbaughs, O'Reilleys, Hannitys and Schlessingers have somehow emboldened the morons of the world.

You need to read The Brain Dead Megaphone. The title essay is about this point exactly, and ever since I read it, I find myself pointing at things and saying "See? SEE??? NO MEGAPHONE FOR YOU."

Broken scales don't make your boobs shrink, sara.

Well, yes, but as to the accuracy of the measurement, I'm dubious. In any case, it isn't quite to the point of needing new bras.

For real. A chocolate fountain is something I can get behind. Or, more precisely, directly in front of.

They have the biggest chocolate fountain in America at the Bellagio. It's more of a small chocolate waterfall over glass.

I like meat as much as the next person, but a BBQ fountain would be way too much.

I feel like a GIANT STRESS BALL right now. Partially because I came home to a $5000 bill from UCLA Pediatric Group for the doctor stuff while G is in the care facility. It's not for the docs, but for "ventilator assistance." ARGH. Stupid blood pressure.

sara, perhaps your weightloss is also stress induced (mine is not, but I wish it were, so at least there would be something useful coming out of the stress).

I think I need both a chocolate fountain and a BBQ fountain.

{{Kat}}

::snuggles up to Trudy just 'cuz. And why not, really?::