I'm sorry about the buffista car woes.
This morning I woke up for good at 4:30. I'd gone to bed around 11 and, as I'm not the parent of an infant, that was no where near enough sleep. Also, I was out of coffee. This combination of events drove me to Dunkin Donuts, where I got carb coated carbs cooked in fat, and the blessed coffee. By the time I'd gone back home, eaten, showered, and dressed the rest of the world caught up with me. So I hit Lowes for various and sundry goods including 4 bags of soil and a rake, came home, started turning a 10' X 6' patch of weedy dirt into a flower bed, realized I'd left the rake I bought at Lowes, went back for the rake and 6 more bags of soil, came home, spread the soil on top of the soaker hose and weed blocking paper, realized I need about 7 more bags of soil, said "fuck it" and came in for lunch.
Lord, I'm tired.
I'm meeting friends at a nearby museum in an hour and a half. After that I'll probably get the soil I need and finish the garden bed, because it's supposed to be thunderstorming all day tomorrow, and that's not gardening weather.
I'd damn well better sleep tonight.
My new project: a documentary about a Naked Mole Rat Irish folk band. Done entirely in robotic topiary and narrated by Martin Scorsese.
I would pay good folding money to see this.
The sad part is, I started shuffling through my mental roladex of Irish folk singers to make casting suggestions. It was working out pretty well before I got to the robotic topiary part, but I respect your vision Hec. And I'm sure Marty would love to oblige.
Speaking of oatmeal:
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28 days of oatmeal! I'm a little obsessed with trying some savory oatmeal. For breakfast. I love a savory breakfast!
I loved Ong Bak 1 after going along with a friend thinking I would hate it. It struck me later that after all the chop sockey and violence, the tragic reveal at the end took my breath away. I bawled like a baby even though I saw it coming.
Haven't seen the others. Should rectify that.
I like oatmeal with sweetener, raisins, and milk. Or peanut butter. I've never tried savory oatmeal, though. Intellectually, it seems like it would be good. I'm not sure if my inner 4 year old would kick up a fuss over it not tasting like an unbaked cookie, though.
I almost never eat breakfast. Am I crazy? I just don't get hungry until fairly late in the day.
ION, back from estate sale where I shelled out $75 for six dresses and four petticoats. I feel like it was worth it.
Obviously you haven't been paying attention to the right sources, bon. My citations are impeccable.
Chop sockey, bonny? I didn't think we still talked like that.
ION, back from estate sale where I shelled out $75 for six dresses and four petticoats. I feel like it was worth it.
I'd say it was! I found nearly-new Fluevog boots at Goodwill yesterday. Not my size (whaaa!), but I know that I can sell them on.
I am a non-oatmeal person. VERY MUCH a non-oatmeal person. I have bad memories of the instant stuff from my childhood. I have also had steel-cut oats prepared with butter and cream and some homemade strawberry jam, and I still didn't like it.
But Polish-American, no?
Given that my Dad was American, I'm going to say no. I'm not a big fan of hyphenating based on distant heritage.
