It is ridiculous how much I enjoy selling stuff. I just sold the next two weeks of my CSA! I can't make the pickups, so making sure the food doesn't go to waste AND I get money in my pocket (or paypal account)? WIN WIN.
'Jaynestown'
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
We had a totally free refi a couple of years ago. It is possible. If you trust the money guy, go for it
Good to know! I do trust the money guy, but a little voice in my head keeps saying "Free? Really? What are you missing?"
I may have to name the little voice Consuela.
My DH says that as soon as the tech is available, I can have a laser in my bionic arm.
There was spur of the moment gardening when I took the recycling out. I just couldn't stand the postage stamp any more. Still more to be done, but like I said, it wasn't planned. I have many mosquito bites.
Man, I wish I had had pizza for dinner last night.
(This post brought to you by Mooshy Food, LLC, and tonight's dinner of cottage cheese and room-temperature mashed potatoes. Possibly followed by applesauce and vanilla pudding. And a little sprinkling of percocet.)
I finally looked to see what brand my flatware is, and found it online: [link]
I could make you custard, Tep! I just learned how, so I'm all excited about it. Of course, even if I was right there with you, it wouldn't be ready until tomorrow sometime. I may be reaching new lows of unhelpfulness.
OMG I cannot stop arguing with people who are supporting stupid chik-fil-a. OMG! They seem to all have a real big issue with me calling FRC and NOM hate groups. HOW DARE I?!!?1 How dare I call a difference of opinion hate?!?!? I want to drop kick these people into the Phelps Family Compound and let them fight their way out. FUCKOS!
Speaking of firing, I just want people to stop talking about their fandom's cannon.
I am totally unphased by that.
Except for how I'm not, and it was incredibly painful to even type that. Maybe not as painful as someone shooting me with a phaser, but close.
At alternative work location I met a guy who looked like a huskier version of Colin.
I could make you custard, Tep! I just learned how, so I'm all excited about it. Of course, even if I was right there with you, it wouldn't be ready until tomorrow sometime. I may be reaching new lows of unhelpfulness.
Well, I have to eat mooshy food for a few days, so it wouldn't be totally unhelpful! The geography, however, is trickier...