I am having chocolate bacon cookies. I was supposed to be saving them for breakfast, but I got distracted. Please let me stop at three...
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.
And I thought I was decadent with my honeycomb on saltines.
My dinner was a piece of toast with peanut butter, and a bunch of cookies with milk.
Some days, one just has to be twelve.
Chocolate bacon cookies? Oooh.
Though the cupcake place did start selling cake pops, and I had one of each (a cupcake and a cake pop) today. And they were nom.
I was always very bad at baseball/softball as a kid--I think that it stemmed from several years where my eyesight was not great, but no one realized it yet, and then a lack of hand-eye coordination stemming from some of that for a few years. By that point I was just flinchy every time anything came near me. I completely shocked myself at one point shortly after college when a friend tossed her keys and I reached up and grabbed them out of the air! (They were being tossed over my head to a friend behind me).
This is pretty funny: the top 50 tweets of 2011: [link] My favourite:
"Sex is like pizza - even when it's bad, Herman Cain will still try to force it on you."
Tom, I was wondering how all the stuff with your dad was going to come up with the stroke and I'm glad to hear you say what you said. I'm so glad you're going to that class!
{{Sue}} that's so tough, with your mom.
msbelle, glad to hear some good financial news, re: health insurance! Yay!
Nora, I'm angry on your behalf.
I love Rookie.
Last night I dreamt that Scola took up knitting and became the famous/infamous unknown yarnbomber of Brooklyn.
I don't duck, I turn towards gunshots, I step forward when I should step back--I'd make the shortest lived action hero ever.
If only you could overcome your aversion to cold; those are qualities one wants in a goalie.
Last night I dreamt that Scola took up knitting and became the famous/infamous unknown yarnbomber of Brooklyn.
Now THAT's a plan!
I've found a new logical paradox that's worthy of a name like Zeno's Paradox.
I call it the Caffeine Conundrum, which is what happens when you're stumbling around dropping your coffee beans and spilling the water because it's hard to make coffee before you've had coffee.