Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.
Giles ,'Get It Done'
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.
hippocampus - Apr 07, 2008 4:22:44 pm PDT #144 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
hippocampus - Apr 07, 2008 4:24:08 pm PDT #145 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
hip bumps amych.
So waffle house.
Though the Dennys in Allentown did let us in after RHPS.
And Vonnie's in chestertown. FarmDiner.
Great summary DJ.
BabyLikesRaisins!
Runs away.
SuziQ - Apr 07, 2008 4:26:02 pm PDT #146 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Ouch, sarameg. Though, that takes special talent.
I cut myself on my sofa this afternoon.
How? Seriously - a couch cut you?
Jesse - Apr 07, 2008 4:26:15 pm PDT #147 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
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.
That is good news!
I almost put my hand through the wall of my shower the other day, leaning on it to scrub. Or at least it felt that way.
Lee - Apr 07, 2008 4:30:45 pm PDT #148 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That is really good news, sarameg.
How? Seriously - a couch cut you?
Poked a hole in me might be closer to the truth, when I was reaching for a pen that had rolled underneath it.
I really need a new sofa.
Jesse - Apr 07, 2008 4:37:30 pm PDT #149 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Ow. Stupid sofa.
megan walker - Apr 07, 2008 4:39:27 pm PDT #150 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
I really need a new sofa.
Or just a new pen.
Pix - Apr 07, 2008 4:39:59 pm PDT #151 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Oooo, diner talk. I worked second shift at a truck stop every summer through college. Great greasy spoon, Rosie's Diner, 24-hour goodness. Rosie was a real person, too. Eighty-something years old, built like a truck, and meaner than any biker to pass through her door. I spent a fair amount of time in IHOP through high school (yes, mainly after theatre and such), but Rosie's was the best.
I wish Pasadena had better 24 places. We have Denny's and IHOP, but nsm cute little indy diners. The closest place to remind me of NE diners is Coral Cafe in Burbank.
Bickford'sHa! Blast from the past. I forgot all about Bickford's.
sarameg - Apr 07, 2008 4:43:39 pm PDT #152 of 10001
I almost put my hand through the wall of my shower the other day, leaning on it to scrub. Or at least it felt that way
I broke off the ceramic tile soapdish cleaning. Honestly, I barely put any pressure on it, was scrubbing it lightly, so I suspect the bond was just weak.
That too was embarrassing, and to this day, I'm terrified to use the new one as a toe rest shaving, which I used to do. But not as big a hole.in.the.wall.
Pix - Apr 07, 2008 4:48:18 pm PDT #153 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Oh sarameg, I just backread. Ouch! Poor you! Poor wall!
Perkins, cutting yourself on a sofa takes talent. You can't see, but I'm applauding. (That's so something I would do to myself.)