'Get It Done'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ow. My knee is being weird. I can't find any way to lie down that doesn't pull some tendon in the wrong way.
Late night TV, however, is being very helpful. Just watched the last two episodes of A Different World. They started singing "End of the Road" as a goodbye song, and I started giggling, but then I remembered that it was 1993, and they meant it seriously.
I don't mean to keep talking about it, but I just feel so crappy and blindsided and loserish and ashamed and angry.
I SO get this. Really. I think that's perfectly normal and acceptable and any person in their right mind would probably react that way. So, know that. Hang in there, you.
I'm going to kill a certain little dog (not mine). He decided that 5:10 a.m. was a perfectly acceptable time to wake us all up. CBD and Molly are still upstairs sleeping, but Toto, Simon, and I are downstairs. And I'm guessing that there's not going to be anyone to talk to for a while, since it's the Saturday of a holiday weekend. Maybe I'll have to get work done. What a concept!
I was awake then, but I was still trying to pretend I could get back to sleep.
Well, I couldn't. I had a dog jumping on me, and I was trying to be a good girlfriend and not wake up the boy. He went to bed late.
Completely unrelated, I'm working on a transcript, and this guy is SO chatty. Good grief. Just answer the question and be done with it!
I am not awake, and yet I am getting ready to go to work. Bleh.
Ahoy! Dumb question ahead...
So, can one make a "baked" potato on a grill?
I believe you wrap it in foil. After that, the potato doesn't care whether the heat's from a grill, an oven, or a space heater.
Gronkies. I'm up and have unpacked two more boxes. They show some kind of liquid damage on the sides, but only one small bowl broken. Not sure what leaked.
Today, more unpacking, a BBQ, and then K-Bug.
I believe DebetEsse is correct, w/r/t foil and the tater not caring.
I am at work today, still with a nasty cold and now with bilateral conjunctivitis. I'm hiding in my office and hoping that no one has any questions. Also? Not feeling at all sorry for the students who were both late this morning getting here, since I had to drag my ass in. Dear Students: You are young and healthy, I am old and sick. Now with added grumpy! I will be docking your pay. Signed, Reference.