More importantly, you guys helped me realize I was going to be okay.
Seems like a couple lifetimes ago now, huh?
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.
More importantly, you guys helped me realize I was going to be okay.
Seems like a couple lifetimes ago now, huh?
Attention people east of Utah:
4 inches of snow on my car this morning. The whole state is boggled by how much was in this storm. It's slow and soggy and I don't know how much is going to be pulled out by the mountains before it hits the more populated regions.
{{{juliana}}} Just because I love you dearly and I'm so glad you're here and you're okay.
At last, a worthy challenger to ihatecilantro.com! (Warning - NSFW language.)
I've been playing phone tag with the mortgage guy all afternoon, damnit. Neither his fault or mine, but looks like I won't be writing the check till morning. Ah well.
Seems like a couple lifetimes ago now, huh?
A bit, yeah. (Let us not speak of the nightmare I had last night wherein I had to interact at length with ex and hoor.)
looks like I won't be writing the check till morning.
The size of that check made me feel faint . . . when the bank teller, that is, finally agreed to issue it to me even though my husband wasn't there. @@
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OK, that was hysterical.
One of the attorneys snuck up behind me and from over my shoulder I hear, "What HAPPENS when you smoke cilantro?!?!" Poor thing, I hated to disappoint him. But we had a lot of fun dreaming of wasted people staggering through Whole Foods stocking up on "the good stuff" and buying thirty dollar mayonaise.
And the supertaster article slayed me.
when the bank teller, that is, finally agreed to issue it to me even though my husband wasn't there.
Um, WHAT.
How are you feeling in the homestretch of the pregnancy? The last few weeks can be kind of wretched; the body is so ready to be done with the whole business, while the brain is flipping out like a mammal.
when the bank teller, that is, finally agreed to issue it to me even though my husband wasn't there.
You've gotta stop banking at Bank of 1867 America.