When I was working at B&N on Dec. 26, one of the managers was putting up Valentine displays.
Tara ,'Empty Places'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
right next to the worker marking down the Christmas merchandise? A HUGE VALENTINE DISPLAY - and entire row already filled up with chocolate hearts. good god y'all.
Note to self: time to check Fred Meyer & Target for stripy socks with hearts on them, because the dryer ate my last pair.
I'm trying to think of how many decades it's been since I wore nail polish. Too much work for lazy me, and I hated the way it made my fingers feel, like the nails were being squeezed ever so slightly. I try not to do things that come with a disconcerting feature that I'll need to get used to.
I love the look and feel of nail polish. It's so pretty. If it lasted looking good more than three days and wasn't smelly and messy and fiddly to put on, I'd wear a lot more of it.
EASTER. CANDY.
Ooh, I wonder if the Cadbury mini-eggs are around then?
ita, that tweet battle royale is HILARIOUS. But I hear Barrowman plays rough.
However, due diligence usually requires you to also make sure that food was made under kosher rules, i.e. ingredients certified kosher and kashered implements/appliances. So for most interpretations of "kosher" eating an entree from a non-observant Gentile preparation is going to be traif.
I'm just trying to figure out if there is some sort of apology or official way to deal with the hostess guilt of having facilitated said transfer of pork.
I'm just trying to figure out if there is some sort of apology or official way to deal with the hostess guilt of having facilitated said transfer of pork.
Perhaps a Hallmark card? "Sorry I made you eat pork"?
"Sorry I made you eat pork"?
This sounds like a job for someecards.com.
Heh. My credit card account had a notice that there was suspicious activity on my account recently, and that I needed to call to verify some charges. In the past few weeks, I've booked several hotels and a flight to San Francisco, spent $200 at a shoe store, and made several other big purchases. The "suspicious" charge? A $2 metrocard on the NYC subway. My credit card company doesn't care if I shop in NY, but they get suspicious if I use transportation there.
Maybe I'm a terrible person, but I wish the person who made the meatballs had never said anything! Who needs that kind of agita? Not you, or the people who ate them.