EEEK, sara!
I'm completely out of eggs but the bread pudding made it worth it. I need to work up a grocery list. And pick up the toy room. I'll probably just make pie crusts instead.
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EEEK, sara!
I'm completely out of eggs but the bread pudding made it worth it. I need to work up a grocery list. And pick up the toy room. I'll probably just make pie crusts instead.
I don't think I'll be trying the hot water trick. I don't want to have it re-freeze and leave me stranded away from home. Doesn't windshield wiper fluid have de-icing qualities? I may have a bottle in the trunk. I know I have isopropyl alcohol somewhere but I'm not sure if I have much.
Anyway... brownies just went in the oven. Yay!
ION, someone who lives down the hall from me has either gone missing or just abandoned their apartment, including their cat. Landlord has been trying to get the Anti-Cruelty Society to come get the cat but hasn't received a response. I just sent him the contact information for the shelter where I got my cats and offered to feed the cat for the rest of the week. I hope this gets resolved quickly.
aurelia, you are a sweet person.
Cash, it isn't so much eek as ack. It's been ongoing since his last sick. I'd take him to the vet for another adjustment, but that is happening in a week anyway. Just know that as long as I have MK, I will buy arm&hammer puppy pads, so...Not a retirement investment, though. My old man cat who makes friends with even avowed cat-haters. But he pees. A lot.
Facebook wasn't creepy for me until recently, when suddenly everyone's all up in my grill and demanding to know if I'm married. Maybe it's the baby pictures of my niece?
Eggs! I knew there was something important I COMPLETELY FORGOT when doing groceries this evening.
Loki keeps curling up IN THE LITTERBOX. Freak!
ok. ew, sara.
I have eggs that I would trade for brownies.
Thankfully so far facebook has been trauma-free, though there are several prospective friends whose identity I have no idea about. And I'm a little dubious about the number of people I knew in HS who now work for churches.
I have eggs that I would trade for brownies.
Please, god, take them away. They're not good, or anything, but I might eat them.
Instead, let me make more Kool Aid.
Damn you all. Now I'm jonesing for eggs and flapjacks, which would be a crosstown drive through sleet to get to.