My neighborhood is full of satellite trucks now, for Sandusky's hearing tomorrow. A little while ago, I could hear helicopters circling. And, for added ambiance, there was a Christmas thing this past weekend, and Santa's house is still on the courthouse lawn.
'Trash'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I might also be a little whackadoodle.
Nah, you're awesome. It takes a village!
Pretty sure it freaked out one of my neighborhoody friends on fb. But I have a pretty good gauge for confrontation, I think. And I'm just not one to turn a blind eye.
I've told you about the early morning I heckled a (really inebriated, I guess) guy who kept trying to take a piss under people's decks, right? OMG, that was hilarious. "HEY! WTF MAN! That's not a toilet either! Take it to the field!" He finally took a leak on the sidewalk FACING Ellerslie. As a cop drove by. And stopped.
Heh! sarameg is the awesome neighbor lady!
ION, I now remember why I stopped making chex mix. Because I will eat it ALL.
Jilli, heh. And sigh. I just never, ever, ever make or buy chex mix, ever, because once I started I would never stop.
I have enough supplies to make at least three more batches. Doomed. I am doooooomed.
I am following I think you all on pinterest. I am my real name there, so be not afeared.
Chex Crack Mix is what I call it. I bet homemade is even better.
I have a Pinterest account but have done about nothing with it.
Oh, I don't even eat store-bought, it's nothing like homemade. But I can devour a whole nine cup thing of homemade chex mix in about a day. OM NOM NOM.
...now I want to make some. And eat it. Mmmm.