... wait, everyday isn't Halloween?
No. Every day is like Sunday, silly.
'Selfless'
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.
... wait, everyday isn't Halloween?
No. Every day is like Sunday, silly.
No. Every day is like Sunday, silly.
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When I can't get this horrible mash-up of the two songs out of my head, I'm blaming YOU.
My feet are also on the wide side of normal. Alas.
No. Every day is like Sunday, silly.
I was JUST ABOUT to post this!
Darn you, Tep. If you'd been faster, Jilli could blame you instead. Also so could I. Since I totally earwormed myself.
So the coleslaw I made yesterday wasn't all that awesome. And I thought I'd just finish it up and call it a mistake. Took me three bites today to realize it's FULL OF CELERY SEEDS. Evil, nasty celery taste.
Why? I mean, if I'm writing a book about, say, Pelosi, I'm probably going to rent places in D.C. and S.F. to get access. Were those places smaller, it would be likely I'd at least maybe be in the same neighborhood, and if someone near her offered me a place for cheap (especially in SF) I'd totally live next door.
Being understandable doesn't mean it's not creepy. Hi, I've rented out the place next door, by the way, I'm writing a book about you.
Now if she's accusing him of being a pedophile that's pretty detestable, but so would pulling out the Nazi card (though Glen Beck is really putting everybody else to shame on this front).
My feet are also on the wide side of normal. Alas.
The real reason they don't fit me is that I don't wear a size 9! I'm not sure what I was thinking that day...
Probably that they were really cute. I've tried that rationale before. "I know I wear a 9.5 or a 10, but maybe these will fit...ow, ow."
"In a good shoe, I wear a size six, but a seven feels so good, I buy a size eight."
I have a pair of steel-toed Mary Janes on exactly that premise. There's actually a note on my fridge telling me I don't take that size Doc Martens--I've been down that road before, but I just couldn't stop myself. And I can't bring myself to give them to charity. Because, sure, the right pair of thick socks could fix everything...