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SG-1 serpent staffs?

I don't even know how to make those not-S-es show up.

Copy and paste!

How do you even make apple butter? I like it! Is it just apple sauce cooked forever?

Was everyone aware of the prescription drug regulations for the United Arab Emirates?

I had no idea! That's wild.

I have nothing to contribute to the apples discussion. I eat them raw and that's about it.

That is hard core, damn!! I mean, doctors note and notary would be plenty but ALSO sec state and stuff? Geez.

Copy and paste!

That's how I fake it and don't even worry about making it!

Man, this last pastry rolled out PERFECTLY. As in, if it's not perfect, it's because it rolled out too thinly, but not broken, which would be a first time for that particular pie error.

I did have one crust melt into the pie in the oven, so I don't count my chickens until they're baked, but I am pretty sure that mishap was before I understood the premise of cutting butter in, so hopefully I'm clear.

I think this time I got the right combination of tacky-after-adding-liquid and right-amount-of-flour-used-to-handle.

Cool down, filling! Heat up, oven! I want to get this puppy assembled and into the metaphorical frying pan.

My will to accomplish anything today is largely absent. I'll blame going out with friends last night (apparently, dinner+drinks+ live music = pumpkin by 11) and a cool house and cuddly cats. The tulip bulbs are not getting planted this weekend.

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Handy!

I bought a scarf for the office and a restaurant gift certificate at the church fair, which had zero strangers attend, so, you know, kind of worthless.

I used to know how to make that symbol.

Oh, man, I tell a lie. I used to have a typewriter with a key for that symbol. I am Jack's obsolescent technology.

I'm making pretty decent progress on cleaning up the kitchen and talked myself into not really needing to do much laundry (because a lot of what needs washing is summer-weight clothes that I'm not going to be wearing any time soon, so they can wait until that mythical day when I have more time and energy). And convinced myself that not going grocery shopping is maybe even the more responsible option. Now I just need to talk myself into cutting the grass and I'll be pretty satisfied with my productivity.

So no one told me that Nurse Woo had been in a car accident and wasn't supposed to come this week either. Which meant I called and disturbed a sick woman, but come on! If someone's filling in for her they're later than she is when she's later than she normally is late. And someone should get back to me in an hour, the operator told me. Oh, yay?

Please let it be last week's nurse. I don't like gambling, and this has been a suck-assed week for my headaches (and clearly for Nurse Woo--but in her interest, the entire planet should be shucking off the need for medicine any time now, so that should clear up her concussion).