I ended up watching the As/Astros game with my parents last night, Suzi. Pretty fun game.
Ethan Rayne ,'Potential'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
I defrosted some pesto I made over the summer with fresh basil, and just put in on pasta, and.... I think I don't like pesto. Woe! I'm not crazy about garlic, and I think I'm actually not that big on basil, either. Hmph. Maybe I'll mix the rest in with some red sauce.
I am having a great deal of trouble comprehending that point of view. I guess I always knew that being "not crazy about garlic" was theoretically possible, but I don't think I really believed it could happen.
This is why I felt the need to confess! I love onions, am not crazy about garlic. At least, not when it's not cooked a lot.
I tired a new turn technique in the pool tonight. That...did not go well. And it got me a friction rash to boot. Grrr.
House all mopped. And I might've even dusted a shelf or two. It's baaaaad.
t, I read your post as "Ass/Astros" game and it took me a bit to figure out that you didn't mean the Astros were playing like ass.
I love onions, am not crazy about garlic.
Jesse’s words make no sense to me.
I don't like pesto either, but olive oil is my problem, not garlic or basil. I love those both the mostest. I'm also probably not a fan of pine nuts, but the olive oil thing is strong enough that they are moot.
Onions I'd like better if they spent less time around. On hands or in my mouth unless they were cooked to transparency first, they feel like they linger to strongly between scrubbings. I eat garlic fries once a week at my desk, but no raw onions ever, and I often akk for them to be removed from cooked food if I need to be around people afterwards.
you didn't mean the Astros were playing like ass.
Well, they were down by six runs the entire time I was watching, so you may draw your own conclusions about that.
So, we've been closed at work since October, but we're opening in a week. So, me and boss have developed unrestrained potty-mouths in the interim, and jokingly declared that we needed a swear-jar in order to clean up our public discourse. But for it to work, the proceeds needed to go where we didn't want them to go. I off-handedly decided that it be the local Hysterical Historical Commission.
It took.
Price is a quarter. I actually had to leave work early on Friday because I didn't want to lose more money and then had a case of the giggle-fits over it. I never knew swear-jars could be so fun.
(We'd originally posited that the funds would go towards The Magic Fountain, but we then realized that we'd be more likely to stand over the jar and cuss in order to buy lots of icecream).