I just had an obscene amount of the leftover cheese ball from our office pot luck, washing it down every so often with grapes. I feel like I'm on a picnic when I can avoid looking out the window at the cold dreary day outside. Speaking of gin, I bought Tanqueray Rangpur the other day thinking it would just be lime flavored gin. Nope, there's other shit in there and I don't like it. I made a martini and had so much angers at the way it tasted. I need to buy some real gin tonight or tomorrow so I don't go the holidays without it.
I have a 11 Harvest Moon Pumpkin Beers in my truck that I plan on giving to the guys on the street corners along with all the cookies and holiday candy people give me, you are welcome to it.
Instagram is for boob pictures Yes. If by people, you mean guys. And by food, you mean boobs. Substitute? Apparently I don't know what that word means, because raisins is not a substitute for bacon. I think I will substitute this bag of pennies for my parachute. wtf
I feel like you guys aren't truly appreciating the art of my broccoli salad. It's broccoli (okay, so-so), mozzarella cheese (yum), red onion (some bite) and bacon (was that an orgasm I just had?). Then mix it with mayo (fuck you binary), sugar (vorticon's out) and vinegar (more kick). Sit overnight. People bow down when I walk in with it. Also dewercs, you just proved my point how people like food pictures. Brb, gotta take a picture of the wings I just ordered.
Absolute zero. The number of fucks being given by me at work today. The worst part about this is that I really do want to do stuff. It's just that the stuff that needs doing requires customer interaction, of which we have none, because they decided to stay home this week. I have a USB SNES controller in my laptop bag. The temptation to play Super Mario Kart at my desk is awful.
The local paper just ran a story about how a grade 3 student with Asperger's got a job working at a big box store as a "greeter" in order to be able to afford a Disney Frozen kid's recliner for his sister who has a heart defect. My own heart swelled with holiday spirit until I read that the sister's name is Aspynne. I'm pretty sure that makes me the bad person here, but I don't care. Don't name your kids stupid things, people.
Lemonjello There are exceptions. Aren't you about a month away from shooting the little fucker out? Do you have a final name picked out? Because, I think there's at least 4 TiBette* mothers to be, so you don't want to take one of their names. The meetups could get awkward. *Not 'funball, though. ETA: So, it's at least 5, now!
Because I love Gin more then anything else. Alcoholic. Here is a poorly written, by me, blog post all about it. http://mealmission.blogspot.ca/2014/05/ ... g-for.html
Re: Not Dr. Rush Finally! And you're not a doctor, so you would know. CB and I are putting a pox on our uterii (it's a word, look it up*). Um, not a real pox. We're still clean. And empty. Nothing nothing in there. But congratulations to everyone else. *not a word
Re: Not Dr. Rush Exactly. That's what a hysterectomy does, duh. Lots of older women have that procedure, though.
Rush is mean! You gonna take that CB? I can't believe he's being so mean to you. I'd do something about it. Like not post boobies or something. Hit him where it really hurts.
Sorry, he had me at hysterectomy. It prompted a brief but lovely daydream where I never have to deal with periods or the possibility of pregnancy again. ETA: well, mine anyway. I'll still be dealing with that for my daughter a long long time. sob