Also, I have concluded that fish tacos = nummy.
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Got husband packed, and he should be at the airport by now. I am going to have me some motherfucking ice cream this afternoon, after I finish watching my boyfriend Roger Federer play tennis.
I want mounds of mashed potatoes for supper. And something meaty.
Shift-refresh, if necessary.
I'm going to have greens for dinner, like every night! Because I bet I'm getting more in the CSA pickup tonight, and I'm not done with last week's yet, since I skipped two dinners (ate them elsewhere, not skipped dinner). But I think I also get cheese, so that's fun.
Also, I have concluded that fish tacos = nummy.
No lies detected. YUM!
Also, I have concluded that fish tacos = nummy.
I agree with the assessment, but don't understand how it took you until now to make it.
I agree with the assessment, but don't understand how it took you until now to make it.
Vague fish taco fear?
I think I suspected a trap.
There is something about the combination of the words "fish taco" that makes my stomach lurch. And it's not just that I don't like fish.
Yeaterday, I discovered another Newfoundlander I know doesn't like fish either. And she grew up there, and was a sailor! I feel so validated.
For the longest time I thought "fish taco" was a slang term for a vagina.
Ewww, tommy. Of course, that's all I am going to think of when I hear fish taco from now on.
On that note, I am slipping out of work...11 minutes early. I would say have a good weekend, but I'm sure I'll be around.