I just read a review of a place that serves chicken tartare. That is not what I had for lunch. I'm a little afraid of the steak tartare and very afraid of the chicken.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yeah, ham is processed, but this has no nitrates, so I am calling it good.
So H tells me, "This guy in Britain found a bronze Roman helmet that sold at auction for..." and my mind immediately starts singing,
Golden helmet of Mandrino,
There can be no hat like thee
Thee and I now, till I die now
We'll make golden history.
He doesn't make eye contact or react in any way. Then from the depths of the recliner, Speaw and magic hewwwmet....
Oh Bwoomhilda, you're so wuvely....
Yes, I know it, I can't help it...
Yes I know it; I can't help it.
ETA: Inevitable wascally wabbit x-post.
Oh, Bwunhilda, beeee my wuuuuv!!!
Hee, I like your punctuation better, but I will not edit.
I accepted a job today! With a federal agency! I've finally achieved my dream* of getting what my friend calls a "GGJ." (Good Government Job)
* Pending the security check
(Good Government Job)
and Government must be pronounced "Gubmint"
* Pending the security check
You don't have any buffistas on the list, right?