if maybe he didn't eat 3 cartons of ice cream (NOT pints) a week
That...is a lot of ice cream. What's his favorite flavor?
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if maybe he didn't eat 3 cartons of ice cream (NOT pints) a week
That...is a lot of ice cream. What's his favorite flavor?
That...is a lot of ice cream.
You ain't kidding. It's really impressive to behold. (Also, he has 2 kinds of cookies in the house, which we have to buy every week. And then there's the apple crisp. He should be the Half-Ton Man, and yet.)
What's his favorite flavor?
You know, I honestly don't know. The one he buys most often is Tin Roof, but I think that's his favorite flavor in the cheapest brand (the man loves a bargain and will not pay $6 for a carton of ice cream).
Well, I can't claim to have completed my onerous task yet, as my fic is still unfinished, but I have knocked out 1100 words on it so far today. I think I can put that in the win column. If I manage to write more tonight, great; if not, I'm not beating myself up. It will have to be finished by tomorrow, though, so I can send it to beta.
Alternatively, um, DCistas?
I have a futon that you're welcome to crash on. Although if you're here tomorrow, I might try to shanghai you into helping me buy my new TV ;) I'll e my phone number. I can come pick you up from the airport if need be.
Today is one long segue of onerosity. And now I have a status report to write. Which...don't wanna. But needs must, and shit.
I am apparently going back to work on Tuesday, woot. No more lazy days, so I guess it's just as well I slept in this morning.
I have done paperwork and prepared my taxes, and now I think I shall take the dog for a long walk. Then I have to clean my house in preparation for having a couple of college-student friends of my niece sleep in my guest room (they're here for a frisbee tournament out in the central valley).
At least I'm getting $ back on my taxes, given that I still won't be paid for at least two or three more weeks. Bleah.
Suela, I do remember having to ask my sister for her SSN but I think that was for insurance, not wages.
I am also hearing "hookers and blow" in that dog commercial way. Or as "Hookers and blow, batman!"
I meant to post this for Wisconsin, Michigan, Indiana union sympathizers. The dive bar that plays old country [link] was playing it last night.
I dropped the busted chair off at the dump and did my time at the gym. Nothing was remotely Hookers and Blow related, nor could I find a reasonable excuse to drop the phrase into conversation. Maybe that means I need to have different conversations?