My ankle is much better today than I expected it to be. However, my jeans were a casualty of the fall. So now I get to figure out if they still actually make the jeans I like.
'Safe'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
And of course, my jeans no longer exist.
That is always the way.
You guys, I want to make buttermilk biscuits constantly until I get really good at it. That is reasonable, right?
I walked the reasonable-for-walking half of my commute tonight! The bus was all fucked up, and I had to get out of there. It was a good call. But maybe not again when I'm not really wearing walking shoes.
You guys, I want to make buttermilk biscuits constantly until I get really good at it. That is reasonable, right?
Yes. The only fault in the logic it that you will then be good at making buttermilk biscuits and you'll want to make them all the time.
Why do people not understand not to reply all?
The only fault in the logic it that you will then be good at making buttermilk biscuits and you'll want to make them all the time.
Except I would pretty much forget to buy buttermilk most of the time, so the risk isn't so huge. (I'm still working through the quart I bought at Christmas.)
cucumber and ranch dip for dinner.
On the way up the steps tonight Matilda asked, "Does Cowgirl Jesse know where we live?"
After I sussed that she was NOT talking about the character from Toy Story, I assured that she did, and had, in fact, been in our very apartment.
Matilda was curious about the sender of the parasol.
Just as Emmett had been curious about the person who sent him the monkey head for his scooter (that would be msbelle).
In short: you are known to my children.
I do know where you live!
But still am not a cowgirl.