'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
...OK, I'm not a big puncher, but I'd think of them as round things rather than long thin things. Huh.
Oh, and in re: cauliflower--I remembered I had butternut squash ravioli, so I cooked that up, shredded some cheese (parrano) over it, and tossed it together.
Even numbers are better! They're all equal and balanced!
Maybe I meant the personality differences in numerals, like 2 is graceful and 5 is assertive and 7 is stuck-up.
I think of 7 as a seductress.
Okay, so #10 was email bigwigs. One of whom emailed me back to say call him. I don't want to call him!
If his wig is big enough, he probably wouldn't even hear the phone.
I didn't do any of my onerous tasks this evening. FAIL. I've decided to do as many of them as I can from work tomorrow.
Probably the cutting of the tail holes in diapers will still need to be done at home.
I didn't do any of my onerous tasks this evening. FAIL.
No. That's the exciting thing. You can't fail right now because we're spoiling you.
Probably the cutting of the tail holes in diapers will still need to be done at home.
For your neighbor's demonic babies with their long lizard tails!
In Japanese, small round things are counted differently than long thin things.
Navajo has all these classes of things. It's crazy. If a person or an animate something is sitting, it's different from if it's a thin flappy sort of object like a newspaper or a coat, or if it's a mushy item like oatmeal, or or or. I have no hope.
If his wig is big enough, he probably wouldn't even hear the phone.
Right? I mean, I appreciate the introduction, other bigwig, but if the bigwig in question who is supposed to help me out with my technological marketing won't talk to me over email, I feel somewhat dubious.
Finally on the internerd. 12 hours of just work + commute, and once I got home, I found that my cell phone had died, likely permanently (do you think I can make it 'til the Verizon iphone?) and the power was out on my block. Sort of put my plans to eat while talking on the phone with Bob out of whack. But now the power is back, cats are maniacking, and I have a glass of wine and Top Gear in hand.
Finally on the internerd.
If ever I get an apprentice, that is so what I'm calling them.
This spoiling thing is pretty rockin', I gotta say.
For your neighbor's demonic babies with their long lizard tails!
I feel like Calli should be weighing in on this, as my next-door neighbor. If she's got a demon baby, she's doing an excellent job of disguising it as a friendly cat.