Though I get the impression that Rock might've been the nicest of the three.
I know that's why I chose to marry him. Plus, I think he'd be fun to look at cabana boys with.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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Though I get the impression that Rock might've been the nicest of the three.
I know that's why I chose to marry him. Plus, I think he'd be fun to look at cabana boys with.
I like this solution. Though I get the impression that Rock might've been the nicest of the three.
Cary had better taste in men.
a Ph.D and four years of experience for 45K. WTFF?
This sounds suspiciously like my job.
>a Ph.D and four years of experience for 45K. WTFF?
That seems normal (and even just a little high) for a position in the arts or humanities at my university. You also often have to have a masters to be an administrative assistant making 30K
FCM
Jeff Probst
Mike Rowe
Phil Keoghan
F: Phil Keoghan
C: Jeff Probst
M: Mike Rowe
oh why didn't I realize grape leaves would stain? Now my favorite white plastic bowl is lined with green. On the bright side I have feta-stuffed grape leaves in the fridge waiting to go with me to game night and get broiled. It was so easy and I only used half a jar. I'ma bring home some ground lamb in the near future and do the rest of them up right.
F: Clark Gable
C: Rock Hudson
M: Cary Grant (yes, please!)
Laga - can you run some warm water and bleach in the bowl? let it sit and it should remove the stains.
Oh, damn, Nora, Tom, that sucks. Man, this loathsome and godforsaken economy!
I'd join Hec in urging you to move, except that I've hung out at your current house and it's just so pretty and charming that I can't in good conscience urge you to abandon it for the crack-addledness of the California housing market.
Also re the economy, Matilda and Dylan will do us all a favor if, when the day comes, they elope, unless her dream wedding involves invitations by Post-It and a buffet of Trader Joe's snack foods on one of the picnic tables in Golden Gate Park.
Urgh. Work is kicking my ass and I'll have to go blinvisible after I hit "post." I miss everyone something dreadful.