am I allowed to tell her to STFUoi. Your mother phrases things like my mother does.
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am I allowed to tell her to STFUoi. Your mother phrases things like my mother does.
the Northeast) suburbs are different than those in a lot of the country. They were always sort of self-sustaining towns and small cities.
The difference is pre-war and post-war. After WWII, suburbs were designed with the notion that you would need a car to live there. Sprawl started earlier in the East, but the suburbs that arose had central downtowns around commuter rail stations.
am I allowed to tell her to STFU?
I'm about thisclose to saying you're morally obligated to.
What JZ said.
Lee's Mom!
Possibly with an essay on why trying to be nice instead of being legal is really dangerous
Seriously, why do people think it's okay to sit at a stop sign until they feel motivated? Or stop when they don't even have a sign and wave people through? *I* get to be the irritated one there.
My stepson lives in Bethlehem, Jesse!
I, too, want to go to bed, but I suspect it is because of the VDay dinner we just had (I refuse to go out on Vday and get gouged) and because of the cold, dank weather.
I had somekind of martini with spiced pear vodka, absinthe, a fancy sounding pear cognac and cranberry and lemon, which was interesting.
Fried tortones with chimichurri, pork belly, soft like beurre, chicken thighs roasted with chorizo and stuffed with fig, chickpea frites, duck gizzards and a apple-walnut crostini with homemade cinnamon ice cream and GOOD decaf with Bailey's to finish.
And they have happy hour, and all of our faves are half off, from 11 am to 6, so this fab repast was $60 with tip. GENIUS.
I am in my robe now. Must. Stay. Awake.
Sort of relatedly, I was crossing a big street the other day, and a car stopped at their green light and waved me across. Which would have been fine, if there hadn't been two other lanes of traffic with cars coming at me! I just kept waving back and not walking. Eventually the light changed.
My stepson lives in Bethlehem, Jesse!
It's cute! My friend lives in Allentown.
We have the four way stop issue here of, okay, the rule is the left, unless there's no one else there, in which case it's who rolls up first. And then everyone believes something vastly different about who rolled up first, and by the time they get it worked out, then there's enough people where it should be lefts, but by then the people who rolled up in the middle are irritated and go anyway, plus there's the whole thing of left-turners who rolled up afterwards but should go by the lefts thing and anyway JUST GO GO ALREADY FUCK OKAY FINE IM GOING IF NO ONE ELSE WILL!
That airport is crazy-teeny! It was really cute -- the town -- when I picked M up at Xmanakkuh.