Tortilla chips with chocolate? explain, please. Also - where did you find them?
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They're made by Food Should Taste Good. They are corn chips. With chocolate embedded. THEY ARE AWESOME.
The Food Should Taste Good site lists locations.
I got mine at PCC, opened the bag, and promptly texted Jilli to let her know she HAD TO HAVE THEM OMG.
I got mine at PCC, opened the bag, and promptly texted Jilli to let her know she HAD TO HAVE THEM OMG.
Truefax. And they are that good. Yesssss.
am hungry ... want food
We just had early dinner. Leftover shepherd's pie which has aged very nicely in the two days since I made it and cold green beans with caramelized garlic from Whole Foods. Roasted garlic Tuscan bread from Publix.
I feel as if there should be decadent dessert, but we're trying to cut back on desserts and sweets and actually, take out food, since both of us need to lose weight.
I want chocolate corn chips.
I tweaked my back at the gym this afternoon. After going so long without back pain it was a shock. Need to find my remaining flexeril.
ok I know that home projects can get out of control, but the show I am watching is silly. renovation realities ... It is taking these people 30 minutes to lay one tile. Seriously?
Okay, so my father passed away a little over a month ago, which, you know, kind of expected with his health issues and all. My mother still hasn't said a word to me about it, although I did acknowledge it in a conversation a few days later. (Hey, the man may not have meant anything to me and I deeply resent that she tried to force their rekindled relationship on me, but I respect that she had a lot of feelings for the man and this would hit her hard.)
So--anyhow, I'm talking to my sister and she mentions that Mom wants Maria (sister) to take her to the Indian casino on Saturday. Apparently, this had become a bit of a tradition with my mom and dad in their newfound lurve. Seniors night at the casino or somesuch. So she wants Maria to take her to the casino so she can, get this, scatter some of his ashes on their favorite machine. She was telling Maria, "Well have to be careful because there are cameras."
Maria: "Where?"
Mom: "Everywhere."
Maria: "Well, Mom, it's not like you have to carry in the whole fucking urn!"
And as Maria's telling me this, I a) start laughing and b) immediately start wondering how I can work this into a story.
I'm going to the Special Hell, aren't I?
(((((((( Scola)))))))))))
Barb, I don't remember you telling us that your father died. (Not that you are/were obligated to, but I feel like a heel for not remembering it.)
So she wants Maria to take her to the casino so she can, get this, scatter some of his ashes on their favorite machine.
...Wow. Just, wow.