Timelies all!
I'm so sorry, Strix.
Even though I didn't get official word, I left work 2 hours early. Didn't have anything to do.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Timelies all!
I'm so sorry, Strix.
Even though I didn't get official word, I left work 2 hours early. Didn't have anything to do.
Theo, glad you're feeling a lot better. Um, tomorrow, feel better still!
Preeeety Buffistas!!
Strix, I'm so sorry about your Greer kitty.
Do I want lunch? Breakfast was late, and dinner will be early, so I'm thinking no.
I just texted my boss. Told him I was really tired, so he's letting me leave.
He didn't say anything about Sue, though :(
We're actually busy with the rest of the world getting their end-of-year stuff done, so leaving early is unlikely.
shrift, the roasted beet pesto is really simple. Roast some beets in the oven, peel them, and chop them up. Throw them in a blender with olive oil, walnuts or pine nuts, and some parmesan. Use it on your pasta and watch the pasta turn a marvelous shade of fuchsia.
Sweet, thanks! I think I need to try that this weekend. I've already got spaghetti squash to roast and ingredients for spicy tomato & farro soup. I'm loading up on the vegetarian dishes.
Real life is a good look on him.
Mmm, I would like to be able to confirm that. Pictures are pretty nice, though.
Phew, just got confirmation that today is, in fact, a short day. I should probably feel worse that I have so much work left undone but I DO NOT
Mmm, I would like to be able to confirm that. Pictures are pretty nice, though.
Well, the best I can do is...he was dressed in casual clothes, had a hinged brace on his right arm, and had a grizzled short beard and was hot enough that I recoiled with it before my hazy True Blood memories came back.
I don't think I've reeled like that since Victor Webster was behind me in line at a cafe.
meara, my kids say booty all the time, but people draw lines for kid-appropriate language in all kinds of weird places.
(And my personal standards may not be the highest, since only just yesterday my not-quite-four year-old asked me "Mommy why did you say fuck you?" after a driver ran a red light in front of our bike.)
So when you wake up with a crick in your neck, swim for over an hour and then spend another 2 hours running errands, perhaps you should do so on more than a pot of coffee and water. Made myself an arugula and parm omelet, but may take a bit for my body and mind to register this.
May make cookies later.
Aw, crap. Edward Hermann died.