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.

Seriously. You take that to your grave.

But also what bon said. I get that pork is where some not very observant people draw the line, but they clearly don't keep strict kosher to begin with.

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I will sometimes do my own fingernails, but it's usually just the toes, because I do such a crappy job.

I hear Barrowman plays rough

I'd hate to get in the way of that.

Wait, I lie. I totally would love that.

I love the people that are getting involved--Neil Gaiman. Jonathan Ross. Seriously? Too much fun.

Timelies all!

Cold and windy here. Monday.

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 used to tease my Jewish-and-didn't-eat-pork roommate that kosher laws aren't pick'n'choose.

He really was just being difficult. I've since known other Jews who eschew pork and shellfish, don't eat meat and milk together, accept that USFDA standards are clean and humane enough, and don't go any further with their observance. Its interesting how different people practice their faith.

I can see being concerned because the child ate something new, but its been five days. Sheesh. I bet Meara is right, bacon cravings.

If the parents are still upset, I recommend hiring someone who does stuff like singing telegrams, and have them dress up as a pig and sing an apology song to them.

Basically, you want to turn their anger into confusion.

Dress up like a pig in a clown suit. That should put anyone off of the tasty stuff.

And give the kid a lifelong fear of pigs that'll ensure he never strays again. Really, they'll love you for it!

That's my thought too, Jesse.

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.

Oh, yes! The mom asked for the recipe for the turkey/hamburger meatballs. If my friend had simply given her that recipe, rather than admitting she accidentally brought the wrong dish, it would have been a lot less stress.

I'd send a someecard but I don't know how it would be taken. I'll look for one to make me laugh, regardless.

I'd hate to get in the way of that.

Wait, I lie. I totally would love that.

Hee. Me, too.