Sigh. The motivation fairy visited me for like, an hour. And then she left. And I'm NOT DONE. But I had to stop to eat something because it was 1:30, and now it's...3:15 and I haven't started again. Doh.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
But then won't the brownies have shards of glass in them? I'm seeing a downside to your plan...
Congratulations, Aims!
But then won't the brownies have shards of glass in them? I'm seeing a downside to your plan...
Good point. Maybe something like this to protect the Emergency Brownies:
{{{Spidra}}} I'm sorry that your mother is so insensitive to your limitations.
But then won't the brownies have shards of glass in them?
Adds texture.
Adds texture.
Or you could use the kind of "glass" they use for TV and movie stunts. It's make out of sugar.
I'm sorry your co-workers ated all your brownies, Jessica. Definitely put some aside in a little tupperware for yourself next time. Having grown up with a pack of ravenous brothers, it's like second nature to me now.
It's really difficult to think when your brain is slowly rather rapidly roasting inside your skull.
Oh, it's not like I didn't get any brownies. But by the time I'd stayed at work an hour late and needed a snack they were all gone.