Mmm. I like chicken livers with hot sauce quite a bit, but I don't really like beef liver. I can eat pate until it starts oozing out my eyes, though. YUM.
At least my mom never had delusions of grandeur, claimed to be in the X-Men, and then tried to make out with me. It's like a modern Oedipus!
I just did some picture rearranging, and I really need a picture of myself with both parents. They gave me a two-picture frame with a picture of the two of them in one slot, and there's literally nothing else I could put in the other half without sending some kind of message. Relatives on just one side? No. Friends? No. I almost pulled a picture for it that's me and one friend -- because it was the right size and orientation -- but no, that looks like we're a couple. Oy.
Got any pics with the cat?
The whole point of the movie is OHNOES! Another contract torn!
Dumb.
Watching Out of Gas. Yeah, still makes me cry.
Jesse, what about a picture of the cat?
I mean, no offense to people who have them, but I am not putting a picture of my cat on par with a picture of my parents. Maybe I should just take them out that frame and use it for something else.
And before carbon paper, I suspect clerks simply typed up (or hand wrote!) multiple copies.
Yep. That's what scribners did, right?
More seriously, what about something of you (or the three of you) as a kid?
I was hoping their wedding pitcure would work, but that's facing the wrong way. Maybe I can get something old next time I'm over there. That would be nice.