That is the best idea ever.
OMG, you guys, I just had the most fun guitar lesson ever. I dropped off the Biscuit at his kennel for the week, and we're bartering the owner guitar lessons for kennel time, whoot! (Oh, remind me to tell Dave I bartered for the extra playtime, too.) Anyway, he's a fascinating guy, very visually oriented, and super precise. So he wants to know the WHY of everything.
So it's super great that I was his first teacher, because I'm better at that shit than Dave. But Dave will be better in the long run, but just getting started, it was good it was me. But it was so fun. He wants to play the blues. Refused to try anything in front of me, but thoroughly listened and made sure he understood everything I was asking of him, and then kicked me out so he could scurry upstairs and practice. So much fun when a student gets that excited.
Gar, that's pure gold. Write the script, man.
RE: Limbaugh, My friend posted this
I find it curious that Rush Limbaugh has been married FOUR times and has ZERO children. In light of his recent comments that only sluts and prostitutes would need birth control, this leads me to believe one of two things. Either his wives find him as offensive as I do and refuse to sleep with him ( which may explain his overall crankiness) or the man is shooting some serious blanks!! Any thoughts?
hmmm.....
hmmm.....
You don't want him on your team, Kat.
Well, I don't want him on our team, but given that Kat is a woman I can see how the thought of him only being into men would be an attractive option...
Well, I don't want him on our team, but given that Kat is a woman I can see how the thought of him only being into men would be an attractive option...
Fair point.
Dangit, I made the mashed potatoes too good. Yukon gold, butter galore, minced garlic, salt and pepper. But I
need
it to make veggie shepherd's pie tomorrow. It's full of carby goodness tonight.
He is often shown in pictures sucking happily on long, thick cigars and smirking. Nauseating man.
edit: Limbaugh, that is. Not the man with the heavenly-sounding mashed potatoes. Carb enabling fiend.
I keep picturing Angela Lansbury as the kindly dominatrix who brings pie to parties and gives advice to the desperate while softening up her new whip.
You don't even KNOW.
In 100% unrelated news, Tim and I just got back from dinner and Graeter's with Kate P. and her hubby, and the Family Flea (preceded by hitting the comic store with Kate and Mr. Kate). After Graeter's, the fleas headed for home and Kate and Mr. Kate and Tim and I walked around in the mid-30-degree weather looking at shops and sharing random trivia about the area. Then we wised up and realized we didn't need to be out in the cold and headed our separate ways.
For dinner, Kate had a muffaletta that we agreed would not pass muster with the die-hard muffalettistas, but know that we were thinking of you all.
For dinner, Kate had a muffaletta that we agreed would not pass muster with the die-hard muffalettistas
Heh. JZ and I just had a conversation about her olive intake.
