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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 apparently have the Bay Area's only Chick-fil-a, so there was quite a scene yesterday. Not that I was over that way, but it's in the papers.
I never got the appeal of their chicken, frankly. Just typical crappy mall food court fare, afaic. I used to like the waffle fries, but Carl's Jr has the cross-cut fries that fill that hole nicely.
I give up on trying to avoid Olympics spoilers. I just went to the website for a Jewish newspaper, which is a weekly paper, and they've got current results up for all the sports where there's a Jewish athlete competing. Including several sports where I wanted to wait to see the whole competition.
This morning, Spare Cat starting doing the gagging thing on my desk, so I grabbed a piece of paper and tried to hold it to catch the hairball. Alas, it was all of her breakfast that came out rather explosively, mostly missing the paper, but not my hand or the rest of the desk.
Cats. Me, I don't understand why my cats have never, not once, yakked on a tile floor. Only carpet is fit for barfing on! Hey, maybe I should just cover the whole house in vinyl flooring!
I get my fried chicken at Mama Dip's, the best fried chicken in NC. Ms. Dip has not, to my knowledge, shared her opinion on LGBT rights. She does, however, provide free extra gravy with her mashed potatoes. Mama Dip's is superior on a number of levels.
Carl's Jr has the cross-cut fries that fill that hole nicely.
Very true, but a local place has some cross-cut sweet potato fries that may just be the one true fried starchy vegetable for me.
To up the ante--I just saw someone on my fb post about how some fb page about truth was "chalked full of lies"
Hey, I think I successfully pilled my cat! Too bad I paid $10 for pill pockets he won't eat.
Oh gosh, I miss Mama Dip's. I took my mother there and discovered a whole side of her I had never seen before (her mother was from Charlottesville and Annapolis, and it turned out my mother grew up eating fried chicken and succotash. Who knew?) Also she met Mama Dip, who was wearing fabulous shoes.
I bet somebody else could use pill pockets, Jesse.
The blonde cowgirl.
I'm bummed that they stopped doing the Texts from Hilary tumblr so quickly.
So to fill that gap and address Chick-Fil-A, I offer this.