O a, I would go but then I once drove to Arkansas to see a band play. Alone, though, that's a pain.
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.
Any of the Seattle-isatas have recs on real estate agents/companies that are pleasant to work with?
Does this mean what I think it means? If so, EEEEEEE!!!!!!
I'm with smonster because, hey, fun. Except for the bizarre Denton bar rules but it's ... Denton, I just assume the crazy.
But, why do I use the bag? Why?
Because it's really cute and you forget the pain until too late. I have shoes like that.
I think the inherent yumminess of gummi bears is killed by the inability to put the whole thing in your mouth, if it is a five pound gummi bear. Heck, you can't even bite its head off!
There's always the half-pound Gummy Bear on a Stick: [link]
I finally bought some tortillas and was able to make quesadillas with the impossible-to-buy vegan cheese.
The hour to get to the store and ridiculous price is totally worth it.
Glad the noncheese is worth it, Hil. Time for me to make myself dinner, which will likely involve the chicken breasts in my fridge and not much else. I r lazy.
I've got an arugula & bacon quiche in the oven, but it won't be ready until 7:15. Stoopid non-instant quiche.
OMG, Bourbon is MAGIC. As is my couch.
BLISS.
Bourbon is MAGIC.
True dat.
As is my couch.
I haven't met your couch, so I'll have to take your word on it.
Which reminds me that I need to invoice the nuns for the design work I did earlier this summer so that I can buy a couch that doesn't magnetically attract and hold pet hair.
Also? I have "Sweet Transvestite" stuck in my head.