I'm having a very boring Friday night. Making vegetable broth, organizing my bookshelves, and putting labels on things. (My general theory here is that, once I've got stuff organized, it'll make other stuff in my life easier, and then I'll have more time for going out and stuff.) (Also, still sore from trapeze. Not really a dancing night.)
Wash ,'Bushwhacked'
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.
oh guess who loves Amer Gladiators. mac.
For the first time in eight months, I have had fast food. I succumbed to the McDonald's Southern Style Chicken Sandwich (but no pickles) hype.
Is it as good as Chick-Fil-A? Not to me.
Is it good enough that I will choose the McDonald's a mile from my house over driving to Redondo when I crave Chick-Fil-A? Probably.
Hold the phone - there's a Chik-Fil-A in Redondo???? How did I not know this????
South Bay Galleria, baby!
DUDE! I will make the trek!
Then I will mention that, like all Chick-Fil-As, they are closed on Sunday.
I CAN'T HAVE BREAD!
I hate all you bread-eaters.
And that thing I figured would happen on the season finale of ER just happened, but they really don't tease you much with who it happened to.
Stay glued to your TVs starting June 5th--the series Fear Itself will feature intermittent Buffista CFerg in a tale directed by a guy who directed one of the all time big stinkers Legacy of Rage. But, hey! Gets me to within 3 degrees of Brandon Lee.
I'm sorry, ita. I had to forego bread for awhile myself and, boy, did it suck.
My dilemma right now--heat up the corn pasta "lasagna" and toss some melted cheese on it, or wash up some and make popcorn and butter.
But all I want is bread.