I cut most of my face off while attempting to teach myself hydroelectric dynamo repair. It was in a hurricane and I was buried deep under the swamps of New Jersey with only a flimsy barricade of splintered apple crates and the dead bodies of my mercenary crew between me and an army of radioactive Duck Dynasty fans.
Okay, not ALL of that is true, but I wanted to feel included.
Please, you wish you were clumsy like us.
Nobody uses dynamos anymore.
Crazed radioactive Duck Dynasty fans do.
Granted, they think the dynamos are a carnival ride, but there's no accounting for dumb.
My ankle seems worse than I'd thought. I'm thinking I might need to go to a doctor tomorrow, if it stays like this.
Granted, they think the dynamos are a carnival ride, but there's no accounting for dumb.
Dumb has an infinity of creative stupid.
Oh, no! Quick healing~ma, Hil. Despite my height I have stopped trying to climb on things because I get immediately dizzy. However, I did manage to cut a gash in my thumb the other day with my own nail. My nails aren't even very long.
We're taking advantage of Christmas gifts during TCG's long weekend. We received a ton of AAA movie tickets; so, we went to a movie and then used a Chili's gift card for dinner. I may be a little drunk.
I do a heart attack on a plate thing where I fry some bacon in a big frying pan, then fry the tots in the leftover bacon fat. Tots then go onto a baking tray, are covered with cheese and the aforementioned bacon that has been chopped up, then popped under the broiler to melt the cheese. Served with ranch dressing for dipping.
I had cheese fries tonight as an appetizer with ranch dressing dip. So good!
Matt made breakfast/brunch at 930. then we had brunch at 300