Oh, I know those ones! I've got a couple in after care. Have fun.
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
oh noes! Teh ick is spreading through the internets!
Yes, it is. I'm fighting the ick. I can't take a sick day this week, so I really hope it doesn't get any worse than it is right now. Which is sucky but manageable. As long as my friend the Kleenex box is close by.
Ick-go-away~ma to beth and Matt and Kristin!
Sox, all the ~ma you need, darlin'.
Yay to Hil for a good class/evaluation! Boo on the dissertation blockage.
Crap, I have bus duty this morning and have to go stand outside for the next 20 minutes. Don't wanna.
Health ~ma all around.
It is cold here this morning and my office has no heat. I just ate oatmeal at my desk which was nice, but perhaps I shouldn't have worn sandals because it didn't help my toes.
We should all have a moment of silence in honor of the invention of Kleenex. My mother, when asked about the great inventions of the 20th century, says fervently, "Paper products." She talks about going to school with a cold and taking with her a pile of handkerchiefs, all of which she had to take home in as sodden snotty balls. Then she starts on using rags for her periods.
Here's to paper products.
OMG y'all, I'm breaking in the slow cooker with beef stew and my house smells so good right now. Dusted the beef in a spiced flour (salt, pepper, basil, oregano, garlic powder, allspice, mace, & nutmeg) and browned it in butter. Added red onion, baby bella mushrooms, baby carrots and a head of garlic. Deglazed with some sherry, added red wine, beef stock, and a cinnamon stick and set it to go.
I may gnaw my arm off before it's ready.
That is the problem with the slow cooker, if you're at home with it.
I may gnaw my arm off, and I can't even smell it. Cheerios is just not looking as good.
omnis and I will form the armless by proxy brigade. That sounds yummy, Barb!
We will have to do all votes by voice, as we can not raise arms we do not have. All in favor of inviting ourselves to Barbs for dinner say aye!
AYE!
Aye!