A BIGASS box of polish
For some reason (maybe because it was in food talk?) I read this as Polish and figured it was a box of sausage and was a little confused at why so exciting, since you clearly ate something else.
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A BIGASS box of polish
For some reason (maybe because it was in food talk?) I read this as Polish and figured it was a box of sausage and was a little confused at why so exciting, since you clearly ate something else.
At least until after we do Vegas, Cashmere.
I suppose I can hold off. Barely.
I was anti roller-coaster at Emmett's age, got peer-pressured into finally going on one and I hated it. As soon as I felt well enough to stand once it was over, I clocked the guy who'd talked me into it in the head.
Emmett turns out to be in the same classification as Jessica, Strega and Kat.
Or as it went on the phone...
Emmett: We're leaving Great America now. Should be back in an hour and a half.
Me: Did you have fun?
Emmett: No.
Me: No fun at all?
Emmett: I hate roller coasters. I tried one. I hate it.
In fact, every single member of the Zmayhem had a shitty day (though not as shitty a day as Tom had in the teacups o'doom).
We are now eating Cheezy Poofs and drinking sweet or alcoholic beverages.
I'm anti-roller coaster as well. Too many inner ear issues. Nausea is not my friend.
Aw, Kristin Chenoweth is utterly made of awesome. We may have to break open the Pushing Daisies DVDs in her honor tonight.
I read this as Polish and figured it was a box of sausage and was a little confused at why so exciting, since you clearly ate something else.
Me too, Sara.
I meant to take the hauling dirt slowly, but I shovelled and hauled at least 8 carts tonight. I think I overdid it. My back is not happy with me right now.
That was an awesome take down.
Take that, Newsweek!
Ooh, Doc Marten stompy boots count as suitable footwear for the apocalypse, right? I suspect with my ragged sweatshirts and band t-shirts I am already wearing zombie clothes.
Still cranky at the roommate. Why does an intern take so long to do stuff? The SO & I talked it over (while he was going on a beer run while we were cleaning up for
his
parents` visit) and decided we just need to give him lists and freaking restrict his activities until he finishes, like a toddler. I wonder if I could bribe him, one m&m for every line in excel he finishes. Right now he`s doing the first dishes he`s ever done in the house, but only because he asked if we needed him to do anything and I told him to. But he`s their host. I have shit to do this weekend and he`s on his own.