best. craiglist ad. ever.

I even amde him a cragislitst ad.

I really really wanted to slap him hard. He is truly is a lucky little shit who is so insular into his tiny little lucky world that he cannot fathom people in situations unlike his own.

ChiKat, have you gone back in time and been teaching a young GWB? Ugh. I'm so glad I had perspective, even back in high school. I had a very blue collar upbringing but enough of my family were close enough to The Edge that I recognized how close people were to losing everything.

This is pertinent because we just got a call from my MiL about DH's cousin. She is a wonderful, hardworking, sweet person who has just lost her job and is on the brink of homelessness. The poor woman has worked her entire life at pretty menial jobs and tries so very hard to make it on her own. She is in her 50's with a lot of health problems but has worked as long as she can (mostly in nursing home kitchens). She rents an efficiency, doesn't keep a car and has been dealing with unemployment issues while trying to get on to SSDI. We're going to send her a card with a check to pay a month's rent to help out but I don't blame her for her situation at all. She's just had a run of bad luck.

Feh on clueless, privileged little asswipes.

Laga, my favorite, hearty soup recipe would work (potato soup):

Melt a tablespoon of butter in a large saucepan.
Add a few finely chopped green onions.
Add a large can of chicken broth.
Add some salt and pepper.
Cut up several large, peeled potatoes.
Add them to the broth.
Cook them down until they are very soft and falling apart.
Mash or use a stick blender to puree.
Add a half cup of heavy cream.

ooooooh that sounds delicious

ooooooh that sounds delicious

It really does.

Gah. I do rather miss potatoes. Still, I had chocolate berry cheesecake for breakfast, so I shouldn't bitch.

Happy Songkran, everyone! Should you feel like celebrating Thai New Year, just splash water on people! (I've not ventured outside yet. Um. Although I think it's TOMORROW that the water games really start. By which I mean, bins full of icewater, massive water pistols...gulp. But it IS very very hot indeed...)

Drunk Meara is adorability on toast, incidentally. BLESS.

...I wish that I had some Buffistas here to play with. Feeling a trifle lonely. Am ass. Should go out and play with myself.

....okay, that came out wrong. Um.

And easy-peasy!

Still, I had chocolate berry cheesecake for breakfast, so I shouldn't bitch

I have no cheesecake.

I am now apparently, a Beer Pig. I've been invited to participate in the local trivia contest with DH's boss' team. I'm stoked. It sounds like a fun weekend thing to do.

I will probably be mining the buffista hivemind for answers, though.

Laga, homemade tomato soup is only marginally more difficult to make than making it from a condensed can... and the results are much more than marginally better. Come morning, I'll type up the recipe I like and email it to you. Profile addy is good, right?

I'm not sure I see how that helps the rest of us. Hint hint.

What Brenda said...

t waves from her desk at WORK where she doesn't want to be

Well, that ~~ma is some powerful stuff. Sis came through the surgery great - she was at her own house lounging in her own living room by 9pm last night - but the best news is that the doctor was wrong. NO CANCER. Chronic thyroiditis. They removed half her thyroid still, but you can function with half and she won't need Synthroid or the like. She has a killer incision, though. I told her we would be calling her by her middle name, Anne, for awhile. She asked why and I said, "That way I'm the Other Boelyn Sister". She laughed and threw a gauze packet at me.

Thank you all so much for the ~~~ma and thoughts and prayers. I would have never gotten through this without youse guys.

MWAH