I got a king cake in the mail on Valentine's Day. And then we ated it! NOM NOM NOM.
Buffy ,'End of Days'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I didn't even realize what day it was until I saw Paczki in the grocery store tonight. Maybe I need to pull my head out from under the rock one of these days.
What is Paczki, when it's at home? And a King Cake, for that matter?
Cool!
and the other one: [link]
Yum!
I was going to make a king cake, but I forgot.
I'm all alone. The closing projectionist flaked and our opener (unsurprisingly) didn't want to stay past 8 hours. I'm fine as long as nothing breaks (knock wood) but I can't take my walkie talkie off. I know I'm alone in the building but I feel like if I take off my walkie someone will try to call me.
Note to self: Pick up some packzis tomorrow.
I also have been mispronouncing packzi.