That's half way to eggnog anyway.
Ick. No. I'm Jamaican. We don't do it like *that*.
I see rum and raisin in there, and I've been craving a proper recipe for that for ages, so maybe I'll start there, if the raisins don't need too long a soaking.
Mal ,'Shindig'
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.
That's half way to eggnog anyway.
Ick. No. I'm Jamaican. We don't do it like *that*.
I see rum and raisin in there, and I've been craving a proper recipe for that for ages, so maybe I'll start there, if the raisins don't need too long a soaking.
I have teeny-tiny Avengers for my desk! [link]
I haven't opened the package yet (I'm going to take it home and show Tim, and then bring them back to work to stand next to my Teen Titans, Batman, Spider-Man, and Kang), but the red sphere in the picture has Loki in it. And I assume Iron Man isn't stuck in that Stop In The Name of Love Pose.
It needs a w
Interwebs say both, as of at least a century.
Interwebs say both, as of at least a century.
"Nerve-racking" makes me visualize actual nerves hanging on a wooden laundry drying rack.
Wringer wracking.
People should not make out-loud assumptions about other people's ages or relationships. Isn't that in the How Not To Be An Asshole manual? Everyone gets a copy of that, right? Man, no one reads the directions.
shut yo' mouth!
Have I told everyone about friends of mine (a married couple at the time) who were browsing at a video store when the husband ran across Shaft and started reciting the lyrics to his wife a couple aisles over, then she replied as the chorus in the appropriate breaks? The other customer who was nearby fell out laughing when he got to the "But I'm talkin' bout Shaft" part.
People should not make out-loud assumptions about other people's ages or relationships. Isn't that in the How Not To Be An Asshole manual?
That's what I would have thought!
But, hey, whether or not you're pregnant is totes okay to opine on, right?
To which I did not reply: Fuck you, you celibate non-parental, judgmental, wrong age-guessing bald fuck!
Two people assumed DH was Olivia's grandfather today.
But, hey, whether or not you're pregnant is totes okay to opine on, right?
It's fine for you to opine on whether or not you're pregnant. Other people, NSM.
Of course, knowing this did not stop me from hollering across the room to a coworker, "HEY, WHAT HAPPENED?" when I saw him with crutches the other day. It would, however, have stopped me from following up, regardless of his answer.