Hil and Tep take on the Food Police In Natter
This morning, one of my colleagues saw me drinking iced tea, and she informed me that it had too much sugar, and caffeine is an acid that will unbalance my ph, and that I should eat parsley for calcium.
Oh my god, I am so happy I work alone now. I never have to deal with that shit again. (Or for the forseeable future.) Because the dog doesn't give any fucks about what I eat, other than whether he might be able to scam some of it
In
Natter:
shrift: I am eating a mini-cupcake and listening to a David Bowie channel on Pandora because the alternative is MURDER.
Connie Neil: "Cake or death. Your death. Yeah, that's right, hand over the cake."
In Natter (I'm way behind, but hadn't seen this here yet):
Connie: There are upsides to your work monitor being about to catch fire.
Ginger: What doesn't kill you gets you new hardware.
Sheryl, in Natter:
"The ID badges at my workplace are called PIV badges. Still makes me amused to see that acronym."
Matt the Bruins fan in Natter:
Not on, KFC. I didn't want to cook tonight, so I got takeout and discovered that instead of the chicken livers I ordered, they'd given me gizzards. My former alleycats that I've caught eating string turned their noses up at them.
I'm so far behind in Natter (and Bitches), but Matt - you ordered organ meat from a fast food joint? You either do that at the high end or the low end. The median - fast food - end just gets you...I dare not contemplate; something else.
Personally, I've always considered gizzards to be more exercise equipment for the jaws than food (my mother used to fry them for dinner ... I went hungry those nights).
Toddson in Boxed Set
S(leepy) H(ollow): Ichabod seems to be the go-to for information. Icha-wiki?