Cashmere, are you around? How long does it take to get to downtown from the airport in Columbus, assuming no luggage and a taxi.

My dad liked sandwiches made of peanut butter and butter mixed together.

If nothing else, I would never be able to pee with someone waiting outside the door for me.

Well, before they took the vows of togetherness, they also did a 3 YEAR silent retreat in a yurt outside of Tucson that has no running water nor electricity (the yurt in which they still live).

The PB&J restaurant in NYC's "Elvis" is:

A grilled peanut Butter sandwich, stuffed with bananas and honey. Try it with bacon for that extra indulgence. Long live the King!

Amateurs. There's a place near me that takes all of that and then turns it into French toast. Now that's a breakfast that'll kill you.

They wanted me to crash vegan potluck parties and get into the inner circle of terrorists because supposedly terrorists are trusting

1) I thought the whole point of the 1970s was the discovery that crunchy-granola lefties are just not with-it enough to create any kind of vast conspiracy?

2) If terrorists are so trusting, how come we have not carpet-bombed the Afghan-Pakistani border with Hello Kitty stationery and messages that say "Please write with your new address! I love having a pen pal!!"

3) Vegan.... potluck? Why do I suspect that the chief conspiracies discussed at same would be evil plots to cook beans in such a way as does not inspire gas?

4) Apparently, tofu makes you gay. I'd totally forgotten that one! Oh, I needed that laugh.

You marmalade chuckers make me SAD.

I marry marmalade, but have frequent flings with jam.

Sometimes, I even do the jelly.

A canner just can't chuck this stuff, I fear.

I like currant jam on my sandwiches.

With no traffic, brenda, 5-10 minutes.

All-girls school on Staten Island enacts rule that girls cannot attend prom without a male date. [link]

That's fucking ridiculous. Way to shame the shy girls, Interim Principal!

"Feralberry jam." Which is still my favorite name for a fruit spread.

Thanks!

Totally yummy!

Also, the inevitable question: chunky or creamy?

I used to be a chunky-or-nothing kind of gal. Then literally overnight, I started hating chunky (although I *will* eat it if there is no creamy to be had).

The best way that The Boy can keep me from stealing his PB and eating it (he takes 2 PB&Js to work every day, so his PB needs are not insignificant) is to buy that nasty lower-sugar PB. I won't go near that for love or money.

Apparently, tofu makes you gay.

Uh-oh. I was planning to have tofu for dinner. But I already ate some earlier this week, so does that mean eating more tofu will ungay me like Ranma 1/2 and water?

I want some feralberries.

Owen has ditched Olivia's capri pants and sweatshirt for the old Pooh Bear diaper cover (6-9 months). It barely covers his ass, as he is wearing it backwards, with Pooh's face and ears covering the crotch area.

I suppose I should be glad he's not wearing it on his head this time.