Ooops! Hope it was in the old dwelling oven and not the new house.
Fred: It's the pictures in my mind that are getting me. It's like being stuck in a really bad movie with those Clockwork Orange clampy things on my eyeballs. Wesley: Why imagine? Reality's disturbing enough.
'Shells'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
Laura - Apr 07, 2012 11:36:35 am PDT #10982 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
sj - Apr 07, 2012 11:39:33 am PDT #10983 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Ooops! Hope it was in the old dwelling oven and not the new house.
Yes, but it's not just the oven. There was ricotta pie filling everywhere. I did end up getting one in the oven, but I forgot to grease the pan so who knows if it will ever come out again.
Laura - Apr 07, 2012 11:48:19 am PDT #10984 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Oh no! I guess kitchen cleaning just got added to the list.
Ginger - Apr 07, 2012 1:00:22 pm PDT #10985 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Thanks for the ~ma. I think my PCP, at least, has a sense of urgency.
That sounds like an epic mess, sj.
Pix - Apr 07, 2012 1:07:10 pm PDT #10986 of 30001
The status is NOT quo.
Oh Ginger, so much health -ma for you.
smonster - Apr 07, 2012 1:10:13 pm PDT #10987 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Oh, sj, that bites.
In pre-parental visit excitement, I have hung two sets of hooks, repaired two frames and hung those pictures, put another picture they got me in a frame and chosen a location, and finally put up my mezuzah. Now I'm tackling the "second parlor," which is basically my storage and crap room. Oy vey iz mir.
Steph L. - Apr 07, 2012 1:22:21 pm PDT #10988 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I just brought baking disasters to a whole new level.
I set the oven ON FIRE this week. I am not even joking. Not the stovetop; the oven. It was like something out of I Love Lucy. (Also, I am deeply suspicious that our smoke detector only works when it wants to.)
smonster - Apr 07, 2012 1:57:49 pm PDT #10989 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
- I hate the part of cleaning/organizing when everything looks SO MUCH WORSE.
- Crap, I waited too long to start dinner and now I am starving. Pasta it is.
- I also hung my earring holder, and all the earrings on it, and reorganized my jewelry.
- Fuck it, I'm eating chips while I cook.
omnis_audis - Apr 07, 2012 2:12:42 pm PDT #10990 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
I think I found a quick/easy food that is yummy. Last week, at the store, I spotted "Batter Blaster", a pressurized can of pancake batter. I got it, as incentive to buy a nice flat plan to cook french toast and pancakes. Well... haven't bought the pan yet, but was hungry. So I tried it in the microwave. Big plate. A wagon wheel of small blasts from the can. One minute in the microwave. BAM. It's one big plate sized pancake. Fluffy. Not brown, but cooked and yummy! Add butter and syrup, and voila!
Also, re-watching this (long) video discussing homosexuality and the bible as it relates to Christians: [link]
Liese S. - Apr 07, 2012 3:16:35 pm PDT #10991 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Mildly irritated, sitting at the pizza shop during soundcheck. Both bands didn't ask for food on their riders but I brought snack stuff anyway. But they got there and they're all starvving and of course I haven't eaten. We were told a local shop was bringing food on the spur of the moment, but an hour after that it wasn't there, so I left for the pizza shop. Meanwhile, it arrived, so now I'm bringing chain pizza to sit next to their specialty pizza.
Which I would have catered in, but no one was supposed to need it!