In my family we call a cute little puppy dog who's trying to seem badass a "Fierce Boy-nas'-di-us". It oomes from one of us kids mispronouncing "buenas dias" but I'm not sure how it evolved to mean a cute dog trying to look mean.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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with my BFF, "looking for Ed" refers to using the bathroom, and we will ask each other, "where's Ed?" to ask where the bathroom is.
it all happened when BFF was in high school, and a friend of hers, K, really had to use the bathroom, so they pulled over for her to pee on the side of the road. It happened to be near their classmate Ed's house. So, as K was peeing, she was hissing "look for ed! I do not want ed to catch us"
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Had a meeting with my advisor that actually went OK. Today we were just going over math stuff, not writing stuff.
Oh, and I have sort of completed somewhere around 60 job applications. (I lost count a little bit, because the way I'm keeping track of them leads to a few duplicates if I try to just count. But it's somewhere between 59 and 61.)
But it's somewhere between 59 and 61
That's a very mathy thing to say. I don't see between as =, and I'm thinking integers, so I wasn't sure why you'd written it that way, but I need to parse more flexibly.
Somewhere between 59 and 61, inclusive.
Bunch of nerds around here, I'll tell you what.
To celebrate, I bring you Toaster Purse: [link] (YouTube)
Somebody tell me to get up and make pie.
I have apples, I have crust, I have small pumpkins, I have Splenda Blend Brown Sugar. And yet, somehow I don't have pie.
I don't know what to have for dinner. I don't really have anything that'll cook quickly, and I don't feel like doing actual cooking.