The pie pops are gorgeous! I'm not a pie eater, so for me, not super exciting except pretty. Though I guess I could do meat pie pops. Mmmm... savory meat pies.
I like Dave Matthews, actually.
Also, fitbit = fun. I love mine. But I hate the fact that even if I do the revolving stair treadmill it doesn't count it as stairs climbed. Do they use an altimeter?
They are starting some walking thing here at work, and I would be more excited except I think they will actually take your baseline and then look at increased activity. I want to get credit for already walking two miles a day anyway!
I like Dave Matthews and John Mayer, actually. Well, John Mayer's music, although "Daughters" is an awful song. As a person he seems fairly distasteful these days.
I'm not going to talk about anyone liking Dave Matthews Band. I have secret DMB songs in my music library.
Isn't that the one where he cautions parents to treat their daughters better so they'll make better dating material for him when they grow up? I think it should inspire a Watchers Council-type organization of people training their daughters to hunt down douchey acoustic musicians for the betterment of humanity.
Yes, and totally. And in the bridge of that song, he also says that it's OK to treat your sons like crap, because they're strong, and they'll recover as long as they've got one of these properly-raised daughters to love them.
I like Dave Matthews and John Mayer, actually. Well, John Mayer's music, although "Daughters" is an awful song. As a person he seems fairly distasteful these days.
Wasn't he the one who said that he's only attracted to white women, because his penis is racist, or something like that?
I don't know, Hil. He's said some weird stuff, though. I ignore it.
I need somebody to make a decision for me: do I get Thai food or falafel for lunch? I can't decide.
Now that I think about, I think I want falafel. Or I might just be being contrary.
Mmm, pie. I hope the June session actually happens, Sue.
Huh, with pie on the brain I think I only added half the water I was supposed to to my biscuits. Oh well, they are the oven, now.