I baked my prepackaged lasagna for 10 minutes more than the instructions said and the damn thing was still cold when I took it out of the oven. FUCKOS!
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Many years ago I spent a month climbing in Thailand, and I met a bunch of Norwegian climbers who had great fun teaching me & my friend how to swear in Norwegian.
Now all I can remember is "fitte-kittie" and "hellavurtur". I have no idea how they're spelled or what they mean, but apparently they're very bad.
I still use "hellavurtur" sometimes.
My ragemaking hate for Whole Foods continues. Drive all the way out there and they no longer have any dutch cocoa. And their cliental are super fucking annoying, their staff clueless AND THE STORE FUCKING REEKS OF THEIR "FOOD" BARS. I actually have to hold my breath. It's fucking nasty and I'd never get stuff from those rancid smelling food bars.
I might be just a bit annoyed.
sara, I think that definitely rates a FUCKOS.
I made the sorrel kinda strong.
Oops.
I may have to make another, less alcoholic batch before the weekend.
One of the great fake swears my Swedish language textbook had was "Katten också!", which literally means "The cat also!"
I'm beginning to wonder if I made the right decision in choosing to sew my outfit rather than buying something off the rack. The pattern goes up to a 20 and I'm decidedly above a 20 these days. While I've winged it before and made a 20 into a 22, it's a completely different thing to make a 20 into a *mumble*. I've spent the last hour cutting practice pieces out in Hefty bag and butcher paper. I'm a bit worried I wasted $ on 7 yards of fabric here.
I wish I had a sewing buddy nearby who could help me with pinning and draping a muslin. It's hard to modify the pieces THIS much without having someone who can reach the back where I can't...
And I've got to do my xmas shopping this weekend and bake and I'm just screwed.
In more amusing news, when I left work, much of the younger IT staff was sprawled with abandon on floors and chairs in one of the cube rooms. Seems there were jello shots and chocolate cake shots and I'm betting some don't go home until morning and call in tomorrow. Heh. I don't drink at work things, especially not work things in the middle of the day.
Is that like Swedish for "and your little dog too!"?
And FUCKING OB.
Erm, I may have rage issues tonight.
I made the sorrel kinda strong.
Make bon drink it!