That which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
And like we say here, that which does kill us makes our mothers stronger. And that which does kill our mothers gives you a week off.
Oh, Shir. That made me laugh, in the middle of thinking about how crappy upon crappy things have gotten for you.
maybe I don't want that, as it was then Gandolf was swept into the bowels of the mine to battle with evil creature.
But in your scenario, since your mission is to make sure the cookies get to Shir, the evil creature would probably just be Cookie Monster, and he's really a big softie.
But in your scenario, since your mission is to make sure the cookies get to Shir, the evil creature would probably just be Cookie Monster, and he's really a big softie.
I'm still surprised no one suggested that cookies is just a code word yet.
Don't give me that look. You were the ones to suggest the foursome. I'm just playing along.
You know, once upon a time, I was virginal. And then I Nilly introduced me to Buffistas.
Ok, the idea of Nilly corrupting someone seems unpossible.
I'm sure it was coincendtal, but Shir saying:
You know, once upon a time, I was virginal.
Followed by SJ saying:
{{{Shir}}} I'm so sorry.
really made me laugh.
I'm still surprised no one suggested that cookies is just a code word yet.
Ha! When I was typing the Gandolf thing, I was waiting for some "tossing the cookies" response from somebody. I figured Noise Design or MiracleMan. Huh, maybe Shir and I are the dirtybirds of the group. Pfft. Can't be, she's virginal!
So. I checked the map and the roads.
No way to go back to my parents that's not via rocket launching zones or the West Bank.
There's like zero chance a rocket's gonna hit the bus in the two hours I have on it + the waiting for another bus to take me home in Be'er Sheva, right?
There's like zero chance a rocket's gonna hit the bus in the two hours I have on it + the waiting for another bus to take me home in Be'er Sheva, right?
Hell, I don't chance snowstorms, let alone missile attacks.
My response would be stay the hell home.
That's a tough one. On the one hand, I totally want you safe. On the other, my cookies and brownies will (hopefully) be waiting for you when you arrive this weekend. If anyone needs home baked chocolate goods right now, it's you! Can your folks post it up to you? I'd much rather you stay safe.
It might be also worth to mention I'll be safer at home with my parents, where they don't have riots.
And really, really almost zero chances a missile will hit the bus.
Doing that math seems wrong.
