Captain and Mrs. Hook's LP of music for Christian pirate children
This album is chock-full of piping childen’s voices singing about being Christian pirates and long-winded sermons about not spending all your money at the proverbial circus and missing the train to Heavenville and such. The best part is a surly puppet sidekick "Sharkey" who likes to refer to the good Cap’n as “fatso” and is guilty of the eighth and ninth deadly sins of interrupting and backtalking.
I remember gnawing on Milk Bones. They were oddly tasty to a child. I caught myself licking my finger after opening a can of cat food last night. It was weirdly bitter, but not too bad.
I would never have eaten pet food as a kid because our pets wouldn't touch the stuff. Leftovers served still warm mixed into cornmeal porridge or nothing, the picky little critters.
I had bad cramps last week, and Hubby gave me one of his Lortabs.
See, they gave me Lortab post-surgery and while it was great for the pain, it didn't make me all that sleepy, which was surprising, given that I am the World's Biggest Lightweight.
It's my understanding that, with opiates, more pain = less side effects like sleepiness. Thus the theory that if someone has overdosed one might improve his situation by breaking his arm.
It's my understanding that, with opiates, more pain = less side effects like sleepiness
Crap. When Hubby takes one, he become alert and normal. I don't like what that's saying about his pain levels.
There are other factors, especially if he has to take it regularly, of course. Bottom line, if it's helping him manage the pain, that's better than having all that pain with no relief.
Small comfort, I guess.
Food Network Magazine lists 50 best burgers in the country.
I would have to agree with their choice of Burger Joint for NY.
[Though as the SE commenters point out, it's a very urban-centric list. There may well be a better burger in a dive bar upstate that I know nothing about.]
Kuma's Corner in Chicago has been getting a lot of buzz lately--it's nice to see it on that list. (And the burger's name is relative, too: the Slayer!)
I have yet to go to Burger Joint, and now I guess I should wait six months...