What are the weekend plans?
I'm finally going to see The Avengers.
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.
What are the weekend plans?
I'm finally going to see The Avengers.
Okay, it's not quite George Foreman, but the Christopher sitting over the cube wall from me has a sibling Christine, and I think Kristen.
There are three of them, anyway, and all are called "Chris".
Why do that to us? Don't you have a social contract not to confuse everyone? Also, two of them work here, so extra kerfuzzling.
What are the weekend plans?
Going to Madison to hang out with siblings and organize thousands of family photos going back to 1961 and earlier. I'll be scanning a bunch of them too.
Wedding in Chicago! (Sorry Chicagoistas, I'm in town for about 36 hours, no time to visit. I may try to squeeze in The Avengers instead of eating lunch.)
From way back, before the anipals and sexual deviancy conversation:
Hold on. So we as a collective have a service to decorate AND intimidate neighbors? Damn. I'm missing out.
YES! It's one of the perks of having me as a houseguest. Are your neighbors being inconsiderate twerps? Send the wacky Goth lady to talk to them! It confuses them into good behavior for a while.
I never understood why people chose dare. You could always just lie if you chose truth, whereas dare you needed to perform.
Hey, Sophia is me! But my crowd tended to play strip Trivial Pursuit. Pro tip: if one of the people playing has drunk less than everyone else, read odd books, AND wore lots of gothy layers, the chances of getting them down to their underwear are pretty low.
I am in AWE of this morning's conversation. Fur babies, sex with doorknobs, sex with siblings....
I remember Sambo's! And I distinctly remember looking at the decor and boggling and pointing out to my parents how horribly racist it was, and my mother concurring. And my grandmother being all "but... pancakes!"
It's the DH's 50th birthday on Tuesday. We are hosting his family at our house over the weekend and then having a small just-friends party on Monday. SO MUCH TO DO TO GET READY.
I remember Sambo's! And I distinctly remember looking at the decor and boggling and pointing out to my parents how horribly racist it was, and my mother concurring. And my grandmother being all "but... pancakes!"
I remember Sambo's too.
Sadly, pancakes do not compensate for racism.
Didn't Sambo's become Denny's? So not much improvement on the racism except for the name.