Huh. I got robodialled by Danny Glover, who wanted to tell me about the conditions at the Smithfield Pork plant. Complete with background music.
See, Vera? Dress yourself up; you get taken out somewhere fun.
Jayne ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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.
Vortex - Jul 08, 2008 7:22:42 pm PDT #6328 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
beth b - Jul 08, 2008 7:23:30 pm PDT #6329 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Hi Barb! I don't LJ, but I like the enthusiasm.
need pie now
Burrell - Jul 08, 2008 7:25:53 pm PDT #6330 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
It's from the '50s Betty Crocker cookbook, which is my mother's One True Cookbook.
I love that cookbook. When my older sister Liz asked for mom's cookbook collection to add to her own I was all sad that I was going to lose it, but then she told me that she already had a copy so I snagged it.
My current favorite is Mark Bittman's How to Cook Everything, but I tend to be a bit fickle. Ask me again in 6 months and I bet the answer will have changed.
Pix - Jul 08, 2008 7:33:05 pm PDT #6331 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Barb is even BETTER in person, as hard as that might be to believe. The last time I saw her was in Florida when Jilli, Pete, ND and I met up with Barb and her DH. That dinner was more fun than should be humanly possible.
Atropa - Jul 08, 2008 7:40:03 pm PDT #6332 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
The last time I saw her was in Florida when Jilli, Pete, ND and I met up with Barb and her DH.
That dinner was oodles of fun. That whole trip was fantastic, no surprise.
Hair dye has been rinsed out, Sweeney Todd is on the TV. I am sewing buttons on a jacket, and imbibing a mixture of the Sophia brand sparkling wine (fizzy wine inna pink can, yay!) with an added shot of rose liqueur. I am MUCH less cranky now.
billytea - Jul 08, 2008 7:56:47 pm PDT #6333 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Huh. I got robodialled by Danny Glover, who wanted to tell me about the conditions at the Smithfield Pork plant. Complete with background music.
Was it the Benny Hill theme?
Vortex - Jul 08, 2008 8:13:09 pm PDT #6334 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
no, some sort of tinkly piano stuff. i didn't listen to the whole thing
Beverly - Jul 08, 2008 8:30:38 pm PDT #6335 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I am looking forward to the MEARANT.
No fair! She already has the meara named after her. (The quote and response thing. She started it. Back in the before time, on TT or WX or sommat. Point being, she already has a ...thing...named after her.)
Wait. There's Barb? Nobody told me there was going to be Barb--I'd have been here sooner.
Ahhhgghh. I just had to scramble for the remote to mute. There was a Gaelic soprano doing her rendition of the lady of the ban sidhe. Impressive pipes, but the neighborhood dogs are all howling.
Ginger - Jul 08, 2008 8:32:41 pm PDT #6336 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Ginger is a most excellent neighbor.
Well, my neighbor is a most excellent neighbor too.
javachik - Jul 08, 2008 8:59:42 pm PDT #6337 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Beverly, you're making me laugh since I meticulously read the FAQ long, long ago when I was still lurking. I thought it was so awesomely written and funny and interesting. And the Meara thing I loved. So I loved the Meara before I even met the Meara and then when I met Meara I really loved both. And you don't have to call it a Mearant. But I'm gonna. It only applies to her rants, though.
Yours would be a Bevrant.