The contagious can't be the sinus infection itself, but whatever's causing it.
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
Diners for us as well -- one of the great blessings of a Jersey youth.
Oh man, YEAH. Westfield Diner after midnight, coffee and cheeseburgers deluxe and eggs and bacon ... Ah. God, I love a god diner. You have to live in Jersey to really appreciate them. Or find the best ones. IMO, of course.
I think I'll risk it & just drink lots of OJ.
Oh man, YEAH. Westfield Diner after midnight, coffee and cheeseburgers deluxe and eggs and bacon ... Ah. God, I love a god diner. You have to live in Jersey to really appreciate them. Or find the best ones. IMO, of course.
Taylor ham on a roll. Gravy fries. And consistently good baklavah. Sighhh... My Grandfather traveled all over the country for work, he was always happy when business brought him to Jersey and its diners. We really were spoiled.
OK, I have now eaten too many cookies, but I can confirm that they are all delicious and appropriate for the going-away party tomorrow.
You guys. I just had the stupidest bad non-bodily injury clutzy fuckup ever. I picked up up a 30 lb tub of catlitter and Mister Kitty got between my ankles and I fell trying not to squish him and shoved the tub into the wall on the way down. Broke the sheetrock. Seriously. Fuck. It sort of slid along the wall so it didn't just do in a corner or something. No, almost 2 feet x 1 foot will need replacement.
I'm going to LOVE telling the rental office about this. No, I do not have an anger management issue (I'm pretty sure most damages like this they see are a result of that!), I just can't walk 2 feet carrying something heavy. I'm fine with paying for the repair, but jesus. I need a padded house.
Hi, I break MY HOUSE.
I'm fine with paying for the repair, but jesus. I need a padded house.
Or a more considerate cat.
I cut myself on my sofa this afternoon, but I think you win, Sarameg.
Taylor ham on a roll. Gravy fries.
You're KILLING me here.
::considers hitching to NJ tomorrow::
I guess the good news is that Mister Kitty is fine and I hadn't opened the tub yet and the lid stayed on so I didn't have 30lbs of catlitter to clean up in the foyer.
Sigh. Hole.in.wall.
I'm going to be shoving those tubs by mere inches across the floor in the future. And maybe keeping them far from the walls.