Having cats means never having to say, "Gosh, that's too much chicken for one person."
Also, having tomato-basil salad means never having to say, "I have nothing to serve with my pasta."
'Bushwhacked'
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Having cats means never having to say, "Gosh, that's too much chicken for one person."
Also, having tomato-basil salad means never having to say, "I have nothing to serve with my pasta."
We won't do it again if you'll stick around.
You're so pretty when you lie through your teeth!
she does use it, if for nothing else than to quote Shakespeare at me and taunt me for not liking to read the plays.
I LIKE her.
The poor crying cat turned out not to be my neighbor's. Any suggestions on what I should do for it that doesn't require me to go near it? I would put out a plate of tuna, but I don't have any at the moment.
You know me so well, amych.
sj, do not put out food if you don't want to adopt a kitty. BTDT, more than once.
I very much cannot adopt a kitty because of my allergies, but I do feel bad for it.
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Drew, Omnis, NO to you too. I don't care how cool a Ruben's Tube is, it is not your friend. And the 36 union firefighters, safety reps, monitors, standby medical staff, and ignition crew aren't in the budget any way you slice it.Wait? Have you tried it then??? Not fair! I wanna play! I was thinking some sine waves, just to see one hole flare. Then some sweep tones to watch the flames dance up and down the lane. (and suddenly this post seems like it might fit in with the FSF conversation... did anyone else notice that FSF and F2F look remarkably alike? Coincidence? I think not!)
I'm resisting googling asshooks while at work. I am curious. But the fact StuntHusband is squiek about it makes me think twice.
Beneath my semi-Victorian swoopy exterior lies someone that makes Jilli go "EEP!", cover her face, and run away - ah, the stories I can tell from dating a very interesting gentleman in San Francisco, and going to Sunday mass (St. Gregory of Nyssa's) all duded up for Folsom.The first time I read this, I swear to god, I thought it was Pete, and was like "Wait a second!!!" And then I saw it was StuntHusband.
Yes, I am waiting for a phone call. I hate being trapped by the phone. But this person is IMPOSSIBLE to get a hold of, so I wait.
The first time I read this, I swear to god, I thought it was Pete, and was like "Wait a second!!!" And then I saw it was StuntHusband.
We are remarkably similar in the baldness-and-general-grouch department, but otherwise NIGHT and DARKER NIGHT.
Another English major here. I went from editing textbooks, to editing Web content, to editing tech content, to information architect. It has treated me well enough.
sj, you could call a rescue organization. They may send someone over to pick it up.