Okay, in my fantasy world the priest with the thigh holster is delivering it to me, but I don't want to appear choosy.
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.
Man...I saw the Wire signal, but missed my chance being all scrupulous...Sheeit. It took me about four episodes before I wanted to watch more, but it didn't really*have* me until "I got the gun...you got the briefcase." Now I would watch David Simon bitch out the cable man. And probably cry at the end. We got it like that. (My fondest broadcasting wish= David Simon on "Countdown" Ego Shortage on Eastern Seaboard, Boehner, GOP, Blame Obama)
My Dad grew strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries, and we had black raspberries growing wild. I only realize now how spoiled I was. No blackberries though.
megan, you need to come on one of the Wigglebutts walks with me anytime from mid-July to September. Blackberries GALORE. Last year I made a pie or cobbler nearly every week.
And gained 15 pounds.
"I got the gun...you got the briefcase."
The king stay the king.
The Queen ain't no bitch, though. The Queen have moves.
rumor has it that in containers I might be able to grow berries in Texas. I would be very happy!
We are going berry picking on Saturday up here though and I do believe cobbler will be made.
"But in this ever changing world in which we're living..."
I'm nearly certain it's "But IF this ever changing world..." No clue if it's "we're livin'" or "we live in," but the full line is "But if this every changing world in which we (whatever) makes you give it a cry, then live and let die."
Timelies all!
Meh. I've had a headache on and off all day, and Advil doesn't seem to help. Also, I have bug bites on my arms. (I sprayed bug repellent on them last night and still got nommed during dance practice.)
Teenager arrested after helping lost toddler. [link]
I know that in this paranoid world, you never approach a small child who is by herself, take her by the hand and walk out of a store with her in search of mommy.
But I am not 14 years old.
I am not Edwin.
Last week, Edwin went to the Burlington Coat Factory store on West Colonial Drive with his mother.
He saw a 3-year-old girl without a parent. If he had it to do all over again, if he could see the cops, the handcuffs, the TV cameras and the jail cell all awaiting him, I imagine the last thing he would have done was try to help her.
But he did.
I want to be able to go outside and pick a bowl of bacon. With cheesy potatoes.
My sister!
I'd give up the Francophone priest scenario from yesterday for this.
...whose language SOUNDS like English, but makes no sense.
megan, you need to come on one of the Wigglebutts walks with me anytime from mid-July to September. Blackberries GALORE. Last year I made a pie or cobbler nearly every week.
NOM. I am going to do that next week; yum. Serve with some vanilla ice cream.