What is Paczki, when it's at home? And a King Cake, for that matter?
'The Girl in Question'
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.
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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.
What is Paczki, when it's at home?
Uh, the same as it is in a bakery?
Did I post a dead link in my post? (I just copied it from *last year's* LJ post.) Oops. That'll treach me to copy and paste w/o checking my links. In any case, Wikipedia did my job and filled all y'all in.
My co-workers are currently getting hyper on excessive amounts of sugar and fat, thanks to me. Ah, baked goods. My secret weapon.
I just dropped R2 off at school. I don't think she should go (coughing all night), but she begged. It's the 100th day of school, and they've got special things planned all day--including duct-taping the principal to the wall. That had started when I dropped her off. HY-sterical! Good times! Good times!