Drive by to say I had possibly the best piece of fish I've ever had tonight, seared black cod with a miso glaze. Unbelievable.
I'm glad I don't live here because I couldn't afford to go back every night like I almost want to.
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
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Drive by to say I had possibly the best piece of fish I've ever had tonight, seared black cod with a miso glaze. Unbelievable.
I'm glad I don't live here because I couldn't afford to go back every night like I almost want to.
No pun intended?
I *almost* added that! Really.
A few more eccentricities of Aunt Wealthy: she mixes up names with similar words, so she introduces Dr. Prince instead of Dr. King, and Mrs. Sixpence instead of Mrs. Schilling. (And everybody, including Elsie, makes some rather unChristian comments about Mrs. Schilling, but she's poor, so I guess she doesn't count.) Another of Aunt Wealthy's eccentricities is that, a few times a year, she goes to all the shops to buy the bits and pieces of fabric left over and makes them into dresses for poor little girls. I have no idea why this is regarded as something weird rather than a good example for others to follow.
We were doing spinning backfists in karate today and I bruised my knuckle. It looks all purple already. I'm icing it and typing one handed. Ouchies.
Yay for young sprogs interested in Shakespeare! I took my mom to her first professional production of Will. She was very hesitant. "I'm not so sure I'll understand what they are saying". The show was Patrick Stewart in Tempest on Broadway. As the curtain dropped, and heard her clapping, I leaned over and asked if she understood what they said. Then I looked at her. Tears streaming down her face! "I think it's safe to say you got the gist". She nodded most enthusiastically. Turns out her only viewing of Will was a bad high school production. It was awesome.
Damn. Patrick Stewart.
Damn. Patrick Stewart.
Damn, indeed.
This does not in any way reduce my inner conviction that he has the Syphy.
Is that the new Sci Fi Channel?
We were doing spinning backfists in karate today and I bruised my knuckle. It looks all purple already. I'm icing it and typing one handed. Ouchies.
Wear it proudly! I'm currently sporting a black eye from baseball practice last week. It really looks like I got punched because there's an abrasion over the brow and a cut on the cheekbone too.