I don't even have an idea for dinner.
Wesley: We were fighting on opposite sides, but it was the same war. Fred: but you hated her…didn't you? Wesley: It's not always about holding hands.
'Shells'
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
-t - Apr 06, 2009 4:33:56 pm PDT #14185 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Dana - Apr 06, 2009 4:35:06 pm PDT #14186 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
How sweet is the polenta?
You add the honey, so it's as sweet as you want. Ours was not very sweet.
Lee - Apr 06, 2009 4:35:28 pm PDT #14187 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I am having a pre-packaged stirfry from TJs and then a fancy pants cookie or two.
Daisy Jane - Apr 06, 2009 4:35:38 pm PDT #14188 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I need to see if Mr. Jane wants me to thaw that artichoke mushroom soup in the freezer. That's what I want for dinner, but if he wants to stop and pick something up, I'm willing to hear him out.
Laga - Apr 06, 2009 4:40:08 pm PDT #14189 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I don't think I'll be cooking until tomorrow but tonight I'm buying the ingredients for Spanish potato salad, tomato bread with ham and cheese and baked goat cheese with tomato sauce & garlic bread.
Cashmere - Apr 06, 2009 4:53:44 pm PDT #14190 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
Cashmere sent me cookies
They're like a hug you can eat!
We got a sitter and DH took me out for dinner. The two margaritas made me feel less like strangling my children. The lamb chops weren't bad, either.
Now we're watching basketball.
Liese S. - Apr 06, 2009 5:04:23 pm PDT #14191 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Mmm, lamb.
I have making cookies on the list for tonight, too. But seeing as how I'm on, like, item 5 of 25 for the whole day, I'm thinking cookies aren't going to make the cut.
Go Spartans! (I'm on tivo delay, though. The SO is watching Montreal hockey. He hates Montreal. I am failing to see the logic of why this precludes watching the NCAA finals, especially when the folks are likely to call me up as soon as the game ends.)
Juliebird - Apr 06, 2009 5:15:24 pm PDT #14192 of 30000
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
I. Will. Kill. Nunya.
Ply is out all night, comes back in the morning happy as a clam. Nunya slips out as Ply comes in, is out for maybe ten minutes, gets into a fight. Comes back inside limping. Come home from work, she doesn't try prying the door open like she usually does. Find her under the bed purring away, but it's the wrong kind of purr. Pull her out and palpate and find her front leg is swollen. Vet's closed, warm compresses, and beg my dad for money.
It was safer up in NH with the coyotes, fisher cats, ravens, bears, high-trafficked road and white trash with b.b. guns.
Laga - Apr 06, 2009 5:19:15 pm PDT #14193 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Oh no Juliebird! If it's a "cat fight abcess" like Persey had it's not back-breaking expensive but I think altogether I spent $500 getting Persey back to healthy. I'm not sure how long she went before I noticed the lump, though. You might have caught it soon enough that warm compresses will help. My fingers are crossed for you and Nunya.
Lee - Apr 06, 2009 5:20:09 pm PDT #14194 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
They're like a hug you can eat!
nom nom nom.