'Shindig'
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.
I went to my first Jimmy Buffett concert last night. I don't think I've ever seen that many drunk people in one place. We had four hours of tailgaiting time. I made a great pitcher of margaritas but we were sorely lacking a grill for anything more substantial than snack food, which sucked.
Jimmy does sing great drunk songs but it was misting rain and about 40 degrees which sort of killed the mood.
I have a blueberry-peach pie in the oven. I can't wait until it's out. Mmmm....
I would like that!
I would like that!
I will send a slice through the tubes.
I am contemplating getting ginger ice cream to go with it, because another cookbook had a recipe for ginger peach pie.
I'm a terrible person. My uncle sent me some paperwork to fill out which my mom had to remind me about a week or so ago, and I signed it and put it in my purse to mail back to him, but have yet to go to the post office. I completely forgot about it until a few minutes ago, when my uncle called me to ask about it. I think that's the first time he's ever called me since I moved out of Mom's place 16 years ago.
You're not a terrible person, Kathy. People forget things.
Sue, ginger ice cream would be divoon with that pie!
People forget things.
Like your uncle forgot to call you and chat.
Not that I don't hate it when my uncles call. I'm not close to any of them, but one tried to strike up a relationship with me a few years ago, and it was just...I had nothing to say. I like them, I just have no sustained conversations bubbling up in me.
Today my nose tickles less, but I'm sneezing more. And I don't know if I'm imagining it, but I swear I can smell the smoke on the air. I'm wondering if I should shut the windows and turn on the AC. But that's so loud. I can't keep it up for long.
This is one soupy pie...
Maybe it's meant to be ice cream topping!
I realize I'm easily entertained and generally nosy, but I am highly amused that the guy who bought the (Alan) Cumming cologne I just sold on eBay has an online knife store and is in some random midwestern town.
Like your uncle forgot to call you and chat.
My parents have a special phone line. It only calls me when there's Family Drama. Otherwise, it's an incoming line only. I know this because they complain if I don't call. So clearly they can't call me. Unless it's my birthday.