Our waitress asked if I was the mother of any of them.
Ha! JZ and I went out to a local Thai restaurant with Matilda. Two buddhist monks were sitting nearby and Matilda was getting up periodically and looking around the restaurant. Not causing a commotion and not getting in the way or pestering anybody. Just mildly restless.
The monk smiled beneficently on her and suggested to me that as her grandfather I was obviously going to be way too lenient and not properly discipline her.
To which I did not reply: Fuck you, you celibate non-parental, judgmental, wrong age-guessing bald fuck!
I've been asked if I were Juliana's mom before.
My gainfully-employed-not-obviously-gay-white-dude sob story of reverse discrimination: someone once kidded me in a movie theater about ordering cola instead of a clear drink when I went to see the remake of Shaft. That's the worst thing I've ever had to deal with because of my skin color, gender, or apparent orientation.
Somehow, I have managed to soldier on bravely despite being victimized in such an outrageous fashion.
Also, ita !, a friend of mine has been doing booze ice creams every weekend or so. Here's a few recent ones:
This week's cocktail-based ice cream: Brass Monkey. Orange juice, star anise, vodka, and rum. #RIP MCA.
Aww.
This week's homemade ice cream flavor: Roaring Dan's Rum & Ginger.
That sounds up your alley
For tonight's dessert, Red Wine & Cola Sorbet. Michael Jackson called it Jesus Juice. It's a thriller!
Hmmm.
Somehow, I have managed to soldier on bravely despite being victimized in such an outrageous fashion.
shut yo' mouth!
do I make one of the listed recipes first, or do I dive straight into trying to work out a good egg nog ice cream recipe?
I would make one of the listed recipes just to get a feel for how the alcohol+other ingredients freeze. They all sound good.
I've always thought it was "put through the wringer". I'm not sure about the w in nerve-racking, though. I'd keep it, but not with authority.
Ha, I think auto-correct took it out!
I've always thought it was "put through the wringer".
Me too. "Wringer" as in clothes wringer.
K-Bug reached her current height when she was in 5th grade.
I did too!
When I was 18, a little old lady asked me if my 16 year old friend was my daughter! I assume she had bad eyesight.
The monk smiled beneficently on her and suggested to me that as her grandfather I was obviously going to be way too lenient and not properly discipline her.
I was skimming, and somehow mixed this up with Lee's post, and thought the monk said this about you and juliana!
