I wonder if they've EVER sold any.
When my SIL went into labor with their eldest, we found ourselves on base in the Ft. Hood hospital in the wee hours. Caf was long since closed. There are these machines that vend and microwave/heat your selection and then deliver it to you. I think we ate grilled ham and cheese, fried chicken sandwiches and nuggets. There was even fish fillets, but that scared us.
It was 1 am and if we left base, we couldn't get back on. They weren't too bad.
I still have to remind myself it's not JAL-uppy.
jalopy:Trixie Belden:Jesse & bon
maim:Nancy Drew:ita
Not that Ned got maimed in The Star Sapphire (now that *was* a racist book), but Nancy sure worried he had.
No lumps, ita, but it was the back of his head. I don't know if that makes a difference.
It's much more dangerous to be whacked in the back of the head. That's where the autonomic functions (breathing etc.) are controlled.
old kid lit and YA lit is so sketchy with the racism. I have old copies of Arabian Knights and then some Kipling. Since I am reading some of the classic stuff to mac, I do on the fly translations so he can understand the story, but also to take out all the bad guy = negro or African stuff. I'm getting rid of the books as I finish them.
Isn't milk-soaked bread the secret to good meatloaf and meatballs? Although like Jesse I tend to think a good burger is nothing but meat, salt, and heat.
With my mom's it's chopped onions and Heinz 57. I don't know if she actually uses any bread in it or not.
I reread a Perry Mason book the other day that had some appalling moments with a Chinese character. I don't think I can keep it.
I had to google Trixie Belden. I guess I filled that niche with the Bobbsey Twins
It's much more dangerous to be whacked in the back of the head. That's where the autonomic functions (breathing etc.) are controlled.
Thanks, yeah, I knew that. Hence the worrying all afternoon. But he's just fine.
What I meant about the lumps is I'm not sure if a bonk on the back of the head makes a big lump the way a bonk on the forehead does. All my childhood goose eggs were on my temples.