Not like a good baked brie wrapped up in butter-drizzled phyllo, which may not be heart-healthy but is oh so good for everything else. It's like a light box for your tongue!
Yeah, but -- when you're at a holiday gathering, and you have to compete with dozens of other party-goers who all want the brie (oh, yum), you're only going to end up with a few bites; there's no way to bogart the entire wheel of brie (don't ask how I know that).
And a few bites of baked brie are not going to make or break someone's cardiac health.
That's why you eat cheese with red wine. They cancel each other out!
Scola KNOWS.
This should be on a t-shirt.
Apparently I have fedex package waiting to be picked up. But from where I don't know. Either where it came from or where it is. Another thing to do in my copious free time between now and when I leave, because they tried 3 times (IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY.) Oh and I don't know WHAT it is. I'm pretty sure I didn't order it. Surprise!
Sara needs an aquarium!
Oh! Oh! Just this week I saw ads for Melbourne aquarium, announcing the arrival of kings and gentoos! I foresee an aquarium trip in my future.
Sara needs an aquarium!
Oh lord. I'd find Loki swimming in it and Devi killing the fish. Maybe they'd get along?
Loki just swatted my belly because it made noise.
Considering his farts, you'd think he'd be a little less rude. (He has also attacked my ass when
I've farted.
)
mac should appreciate that.
Hubby developed the "fun", adolescent-boy trick of pointing farts at Amon. This stopped when Amon gave his butt a good swat with claws. I pointed out that Hubby had no one to blame but himself, which he conceded. I've also seen Shadow, Hubby's cat, stumble to his feet, shake his head hard, and bolt from the bed after a ripper. This prompted much amusement.
