About lids, I have two tricks. One is for the kind of lid that has ridges - that one, you take a table knife, and whack a section of the ridges with the handle of the knife until it flattens out. That breaks the seal, and bob's yer uncle. The other kind is smooth but has sections of the edge curled under at regular intervals. That one, you take a stout metal spoon of the right size - the kind we used as serving spoons, but that's hardly universal - and wedge the spoon under the edge of the lid next to one of the spots where it is curled under, and use the spoon as a lever to break the seal. Again, Robert is the sibling of one of your parents.
I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
WindSparrow - Oct 12, 2008 1:22:54 pm PDT #8077 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
WindSparrow - Oct 12, 2008 1:32:34 pm PDT #8078 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
(((((Teppy))))) I'm sorry your ear is still bothering you and that you are having a hard time with the steroids.
Geez, meara. Heal up quickly.
Laura - Oct 12, 2008 3:49:07 pm PDT #8079 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
{{Bitches}} Skimmed some. Hate being away so much, but I've been buried in work. Ugh, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it is still a ways out. Stress and exhaustion are my constant companions.
And again I am needed for stuff...
WindSparrow - Oct 12, 2008 4:19:41 pm PDT #8080 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
{{{Laura}}}
Barb - Oct 12, 2008 4:22:38 pm PDT #8081 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
{{Laura}}
::gives Universe the StinkEye::
Enough, already, 'verse.
erikaj - Oct 12, 2008 5:00:47 pm PDT #8082 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Very boring weekend here. But I finally got to see "Damn you, Barack Obama, you Pretty Motherfucker." Which is cooler even than it sounds. My favorite line was "You got me saying prayers for you at night...punk." I would just SUCK OUT LOUD at slam, but watching the good ones always makes me think "Well, maybe..." Even though, rationally, I think I'd look like a crazy woman having a 'sode.
Gadget_Girl - Oct 12, 2008 5:20:33 pm PDT #8083 of 10001
Just call me "Siouxsie Shunshine".
{{{Laura}}}
:using very teacherly voice and death stare: Universe needs a serious intervention. Stop screwing up my friends lives!
beth b - Oct 12, 2008 5:26:26 pm PDT #8084 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
ow.
We went into SF to see fleet week .fun,relaxing. Walked back. As I was thinking " feeling good , walking loose,walking smooth" I tripped and crashed in the stockton tunnel. While I am very grateful I am not my BIL or Friend L ( both shatter bones when they fall) I still hurt. This is my way of being sympathetic with Teppy, while making a post all about me.
I also told DH that a bubble wrap suit is out of the question. If I had hit the ground while wearing one -- it would have sounded like major artillery fire.
P.M. Marc - Oct 12, 2008 6:12:35 pm PDT #8085 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Wow, Sail, your daughter's gorgeous. And looks like you, I think.
omnis_audis - Oct 12, 2008 6:12:46 pm PDT #8086 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
the theater guild ladies cooked us a yummy dinner tonight for the final day of tech. But the desserts. Dear jebus the desserts! Can you say carb coma + chocolate/sugar crash = O_A snoozing during the run through! oops!