Thanks for the ~ma. I think my PCP, at least, has a sense of urgency.
That sounds like an epic mess, sj.
[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.
Thanks for the ~ma. I think my PCP, at least, has a sense of urgency.
That sounds like an epic mess, sj.
Oh Ginger, so much health -ma for you.
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.
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.)
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]
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!
I hope that leaves you enough time to sort the M&Ms, Leise.
Yikes. Sounds like not a lot of fun Liese.