Javachick. If I have your permission I'm filing the following line to steal if I have write a character worth of saying this:
Yes, as I told a drunk Cleveland Indian who was hitting on me at the Hilton in Anaheim a few years back: "I don't do married, I don't do American League and I sure as hell don't do designated hitters."
Okay, this is really loud now. Hopefullt that's the grand finale. The cats are scared. It's the Elks lodge again, the same nutbars who were setting off a cannon (yes, a polarbearing cannon) all day one day last summer. This is a residential area! There weren't any real cannonballs, but damn, it was scary loud.
Lilly Tickybox, FIVE, whoa.
One of my neighbors I only know from the big dig and K (wine and fm) were out talking when I was on the way home from the pool. Stopped to talk to them. He's got a young teen son and in talking to him? He reminds me a lot of Taylor's dad in the way he talks about advocating for his son. Even funnier, he'd stopped to ask K to tutor the boy in chemistry, so yeah. Anyway, I've not met his wife, must remedy that. They sound like an awesome team, and he's so clearly smitten with her.
Benadryl will unstuff my nose, right?
Not in my experience, but sure.
If your stuffiness is caused by inflammation from an allergic response, Benadryl will probably relieve it. But it is sleepy-making. Currently, my breathing is being assisted by liquid Zyrtec.
No, it's an antihistamine. I suspect you want a decongestant, Amy.
Julia Child hated cilantro: [link]
I'm out of those, Cass! Fuck.
Javachick. If I have your permission I'm filing the following line to steal if I have write a character worth of saying this:
Sure thing, it's all yours.