When I get fancy tuna,
That's Even Fancier Tuna.
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When I get fancy tuna,
That's Even Fancier Tuna.
mayo with canola oil, not olive, and that shit is NAST
Yes. It is.
I remember the first time I ate at an Italian restaurant and got a little dish of olive oil to dip my bread instead of butter. "Wha?" said my brain, but my tongue had the override.
So good! See, it's not that I don't like olive oil. It has to be on that crusty bread, though.
question for the over-educated (or properly-educated, to some): how would one translate into latin: "never eat more than you can lift."
Thanks for the advice and well-wishes, everyone. I slept, which is the most I could ask for, I get, but I still feel all adrenaline-shaky and my chest feels tight. Not fun. This has been going on for the past few days as some anxieties are making their way to the fore.
Sleep is a good thing. May the anxieties flee your vicinity.
Good luck today, Jilli!
Anne, wishing you calmer days.
So this is that "morning" thing people keep telling me about. Huh.
Huzzah, Jilli! Go forth and conquer!
Erin, I'm rusty, but my best guess is
Plus quam potest tollere noli comede
etcorrect the last word.
Interview~ma to you, Jilli! (And morning~ma, as applicable.)