The kid whose school district spied on him with a webcam? Apparently tried to discipline the kid for taking drugs. Except he wasn't. He was eating Mike and Ike's candy.
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Also, any word on how Drew is feeling today?
Well, I was sitting in tech rehearsals by 6 PM yesterday, and I'm back in tech rehearsals right now.
I'm mostly feeling okay, just keeping my fingers crossed that I can avoid any meals that will trigger another attack.
The kid whose school district spied on him with a webcam? Apparently tried to discipline the kid for taking drugs. Except he wasn't. He was eating Mike and Ike's candy.
Daaaaaamn.
A bunch of people I know have either gotten job offers or been told they're on the short list somewhere. I haven't.
keeping my fingers crossed that I can avoid any meals that will trigger another attack.Chicken and turkey is your friend. Avoid fried foods, mayo, butter, and high fat foods. And, it's not a constant thing. Depending on how the stones sit, sometimes I can eat ___ with no problem, and then the next time, pain, gas, and sprints to the loo. YRMV.
Boy update: texted me video of his cats! Awww. Plus, I just told my parents about him. I'm sure my mother is very excited that he is a) a boy and b) of Scottish descent (she has an Outlander thing). If he wants to he could meet them this weekend, we'll see if he's up for that at this point.
In less thrilling news, I finally made myself look at and pay overdue bills. Oy. Gotta get back into keeping track of that shit.
I just got an email that starts: Hi smonsterbite
I'm not smonsterbite, dudes. I have bited the smonster. Been bited by the smonster. But I am not the smonster.
I might, however, be Spartacus.
Or, Sartorius!
My husband just declared my pulled pork the absolute best he's ever had.
I'm quite proud. I brined a pork shoulder for two days, then made a homemade rub with brown sugar, white sugar, pepper, cayenne, Cuban coffee, cinnamon, mace, cocoa, and other assorted things that caught my fancy, then put it in the oven, under foil and low and slow, from ten this morning until four-thirty this afternoon.
By then, it was my bitch.
I am Sardonicus!