I think Friendly’s still has that as a flavor.
I go for butter crunch, myself.
Do they have Black Raspberry? As an ice cream, not a sherbet?
That’s the OTHER ice cream that only the holy state of Maine offers me. Oh god, that Black Raspberry…
They still have black raspberry. Look for yourself.
Oh, dear OG, cat, WILL YOU SHUT UP.
I play drums. Just sayin’…
What do you call a groupie who hangs out with musicians?
A drummer.
Ba-da-TISH!
That would hardly be appropriate as there were no lions in Charlotte’s Web.
Now if Beckdawrek can convince them to let her do a Chronicles of Narnia mural, then it would be on point.
I just want to rant about people/friends asking me:
“Are you free on date x?” without specifying what they have in mind that date. Happens both with my friends and professionally (I’m a semi-pro musician).
Because if I say yes, it’s then super hard to get out of their proposal politely, even if I really don’t want to, because I’ve just admitted I’m free. It’s manipulative IMO - just because I’m free doesn’t mean I automatically want to do your thing. Just say “Hey Pookah, feel like going to the concert tomorrow?” instead, so I can decide without being cornered into it.
that’s my cat between 8-11 pm …see they get their soft food at 10 pm sometimes after depending on what’s going on but I have an elderly cat that starts howling at anywhere between 8 and 9 45 … it’s loud and endless )and it even annoys her feline sisters who show their displeasure) until the second you put the food down … and never except once or twice at the most in the 15 of 17 years of this cats life that she’s been given soft food has she ever gotten it before 10 pm …
But feline hope springs eternal I guess …
Heh. I use my gf as a buffer to those questions. “I’ll check with her and let you know. What’s going on?”
That’s great advice, thanks!
If our cats see the bottom of the bowl, they go running around and howling until you check it out.
There’s a nice spider though. I can work with that!
Cooking shows are do as I say not as I do…on Restaurant Impossible, Robert Irvine yelled at a server she shouldn’t be handling prepared foods without gloves. Then he went in the kitchen and did the same thing. Chopped same thing, actually any or all of them…drives me nuts!
Miss Manners recommends, “I dunno - a couple things I oughta do. What are you doing?” Then you can say that the couple things will prevent you from helping clean their garage, but not get in the way of being taken out to dinner.
And then after they explain, and it’s something I want to do, I’ll say “Wow, thanks. really hope I can go. Let me see if I can reschedule something.”
That gives me 24 hrs to look at what else is going on, work and wife’s calendar, finances, and sleep deficit (a lot of stuff I get invited to runs expensive and late).
Keeps me from committing and THEN realizing I shouldn’t have.
A server is also handling contaminated objects such as used cutlery, plates, glasses, money, credit cards, etc.
A kitchen worker should be doing loads of handwashing instead.
You just have to come out and ask outright. “If you’re inviting me to a pig-pickin’, yes; if you need a ride to the airport, no.” You don’t want to have to play games to find out which.
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My current earworm- or really, my for-the-past-few-days earworm- is a bland royalty-free song I used for a video for work. It’s not TERRIBLE, but I’ve been stuck with it and as soon as I think it’s gone, there it is again. The thing that annoys me even more is that it’s not even the original song- it’s a replacement because I couldn’t figure out my way around all the copyright stuff with the original (and trust me, I tried). So it’s just kind of slapped on there because it fits okay in length/tempo/feel and the lyrics don’t exactly add to it, but don’t take away from it either.
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I got grocery delivery earlier in the week and I’m disappointed both in the quality of the groceries I got (most of the produce isn’t good and the pita bread was one day from the expiry date and looked and tasted crappy- like it had been frozen and thawed too many times, maybe) and my grocery choices. I got groceries on Thursday and currently have nothing I both want to eat and am capable of preparing. The really stupid thing is, I REALLY want a casserole. Which is dumb because “casserole” is more a category of food than really one food. I think it’s just that I want something hot and comforting and uncomplicated.
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Rescue drama is wearing on me. Just all around. I could really get into it, but it would take up a whole lot of space. It’s not just my rescue- there are like four rescues this week that I’ve seen involved in it. And some of it is from the “outside” like people getting pissy because they were passed over for adopting an animal or disagreed in some other way with some rescue policy. But a lot of it is infighting or fighting/backstabbing/nitpicking/passive-aggressive bullshit between rescues and it’s just. so. exhausting. We’re all on the same team and it all works so much better if we work together and have each other’s backs. Yes, there are differences in structure, rules, philosophy, leadership, resources… and there are a lot of rescues that do things differently than I would do them. But in the end, we’re all trying to save animals. We can disagree on whether or not a fenced yard should be a requirement or whether or not rescues should take breeder releases or at what point it would be considered reasonable to euthanize an animal for aggression. But if we’re in this for the animals, it’s counterproductive to bash each other publicly over stuff like that. Even if you do euthanize one for aggression that could maybe have had a chance with just the right unicorn of a person in just the right setting with a huge amount of work and patience and more than a little bit of personal risk, it doesn’t take away the fact that you’ve saved hundreds or thousands of animals and the world is better with you operating.
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So the person who was supposed to take me to the doctor last week and flaked… her kid’s birthday party is tonight at a skating rink. I love her kids and she keeps going on about how excited they are to see me. Yesterday, she was like, “So are you going to be skating?” I was like, “Um… I can’t walk.” So. I don’t know what I will/should/want to do. I made some moves at trying to find a ride with someone else who wasn’t bringing kids and so would be happy to make an appearance for like half an hour, give the kid a hug and a happy birthday, and leave. I have one more person I can ask if I decide I really want to go. I don’t want to disappoint the kids (but also am not really sure if they would actually notice or if it’s just their mom hyping it up), but also am not sure I’m up to navigating and functioning in a place and setting like a birthday party at a skating rink. It’s too public, unfamiliar, and crowded and just… even if I thought I had the stamina for it, everything about me is conspicuous. People will stare. But then on the other hand, I don’t want her to think this is a passive-aggressive payback for last week. Ugh.
^^^Don’t go, Dorothy. Send your best wishes and stay home and rest. I hope the Rescue stuff eases up. And, complain to the store about your food delivery.