What can I say, I’m special. Teriyaki sauce does that to me too. I often enjoy stuff cooked with it again and again. At least it’s not like how it is with say, refried beans, where I sometimes get to share the after effects with others. 
Now that’s TMI!
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
I’m going to go get the present of Christmas for my boyfriend today! I’m sooo excited! When we were shopping last Friday for presents of Christmas, he kept ogling this jacket, so since I have 3 15 dollar off coupons… that only makes it 47 dollars.
Giggle, I know exactly what you were thinkin’ about and it wasn’t pottery.
Hey maaaaaaan, now this was good pot! We got any more of those nachos?
Leave it to a bunch of MMPers to turn a perfectly innocent and wholesome gift into something naughty. Yet another reason why I just lurrrve it heah!
Lissa: cookies, sure. Lots left. The KitchenAid actually belongs to Hubby[sup]tm[/sup]. I just told him you wanted it, he said “100 bucks, but I don’t ship, so you have to come here to get it”. Not sure if he was joking.
He just let me use it cause he needed a couple dozen for work. See, everyone brings in 2 dozen cookies, that way Bossman has a huge platter to serve his customers. Hubby[sup]tm[/sup] is a wonderful (understatement) cook, but baking… not so much. I don’t cook much, but baking, now thats jake. So I was drafted for the great cookie bake. Every year we put together something for Christmas for family, friends and cow-okers. 2 years ago it was homemade hot cocoa mix. This is actually the first time we’ve repeated ourselves, we did cookies last year. You should have seen the reactions to the individual lasagna boxes, complete with garlic bread.
Ooh, in case I forget on the day Happy Birthday scout, taxi and Drae!!! 30? pfft, still a child. (Says the 42 YO kid)
We know it was innocent, my dear. That’s what made it so snerk-worthy!
I just want to go on record as saying I am soooooooo jealous of everybody who got one of those. :: drool ::
Taters I know. Yet another reason to lurrrve this place so much. I can’t wait til FCM see it all.
Oh! I forgot to mention this. One of the things we do at the office Christmas whoopee is the great gift swap. Since I wasn’t there, a co-worker played in my place. I ended up with a fruitcake. :rolleyes: I forgot where I left it today. If it is discovered 125 years from now, I’m sure it will be in the same form as it is right now. Fruitcake scares me. :eek:
Seams done, yoke pinned, most of buttons sewn on. Eyes falling out and neck and shoulders strained. Time for tea and maybe supper.
Now I get this picture of the bride to be walking down the aisle with this big wooden yoke around her neck. It amuses me greatly. Lissla just for fun, I think you should sew a great big butt bow on the back of the dress.
Hey, if you ever find yourself in Wisconsin, we’ll hook you up with all the lasagna you can stand.
That sounds good right about now. Butt-bow it is.
I’m not sure how you’d put pins through a wooden yoke.
Fruitcake scares me too. I refuse to eat anything that has a longer shelf life than I do. :dubious:
Hallooo! Halloooo! I’m back-- whatta I miss? Me? Well I’ve been very very sick and very very bad. Bordering on evil. Santa has declared my house a no-fly zone, which is fine because I can buy my own presents you red-suit-wearin’ reindeer fondler! Wait a minute, I’m actually going to be really poor, I didn’t mean it Santa-- I’m a peach, I swear!
My car is close to puttering across the Rainbow Bridge and so I’m on the look out for a replacement ASAP. Of course I didn’t save up anything for a down payment. I am a grasshopper and it will always be spring dernit.
The semi-cool news is that I got a really bad case of the flu, or maybe ebola, and can’t even remember from one saturday all the way to thursday, except that my friends panicked and sent the police to check on me when I wouldn’t answer the phone or door. Now everybody in the complex has proof I’m a freak on top of being mean. Which is fine with me, I’ll go on hating every single last obnoxious one of them. There are rules for a reason, and that is so we can follow them.
Which reminds me of one of the bad things I’ve done. I saw the basketball these three little %$@*&#s use to slam against the walls and ruin the landscaping with, and I re-located it just a tad. Be free basketball! Free as a bird!
Another bad thing I did was flip off a woman who held up traffic for eleventy bajillion years because she was talking on her cell instead of paying attention. Plus her kid wasn’t in a car seat. Bad thing number three, which is actually bad thing number one, chronologically, was paying a guy under the table for a carpet remnant. He offered and it was a fair price and now my cats’ litter will stay where it’s supposed to, but yep-- eviltude was committed.
Tomorrow I’m going to call the cable company and request help from a certain cable guy even though probably any of them could do what needs doing. I want my guy because he’s cute and nice and I know he’ll ask me out. I feel no remorse for my manipulations and machinations! None! Now if you’ll excuse me; I’m going down the street to the retirement village to push some blue-hairs into traffic. They’re always making me wait while they lollygag along. Like being a hundred and three years old is any excuse, those uppitty fogies.
Also, I made some date bread and I’m going to make pumpkin pie cinnamon rolls tomorrow. I will unleash them upon my students and co-workers when winter break is over. This sounds nice, but is actually evil because we all know that in order to lose weight, you have to give away a matching number of calories. It’s the Universal Fat/Calorie Equilibrium Law and I’m working it like Tyra Banks works a runway, baby.
Jeepers; it’s past one in the morning and my bedtime is 11pm. Ha! Racked up some more evil without even trying. Yay me!
Y’all know that grump I didn’t get to have yesterday? I think it took a left turn and went to see Ashes[sup]2[/sup]. Sorry you’ve been sick sweetie but glad you’re feeling better now. After you push the senior citizens into traffic, I suggest you walk around and snatch candy from babies. I find that a nice way to relax myself.
And now:
<AHEM> CLEARING THROAT <AHEM.
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HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY DEEAAARRR SCCCOOOUUUTTT AAANNNDDD TAAAXXXIII!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
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Wow. You are half my age. I’m just sayin’, that’s all.
Happy Birthday to scout, Drae and taxi. Once again. swampbear was hogging the microphone.
And I think everyone should stay out of Ashes[SUP]2[/SUP]'s neighborhood for awhile. Just 'til she calms down a bit.
Too much Christmas sugar. Go have a nap, Ashes. And Happy Birthday to the birthday girls!
Off to work. Stupid work.
I saw Rifty’s calculations upthread, but I’m thinking that that black interior and gray exterior will factor in much more than previously supposed. Black absorbs heat and therefore might impact on the rate of the car–afterall, heat tends to accelerate things, no? (see, I took chemistry as well as math!).
13 hours sounds good to me. I’ll have to find my calculator and give it go later.
I just found out yesterday that I have to work BOTH New Year’s Eve and Day! This is not good–if you work Xmas eve, you also work NY day and vice versa. But she didn’t do my schedule that way at all. She also did this to one of my favorite cow-orkers, and then she tells us: “switch with somebody” Who? The possible switch person is already working, you moron! (there, I said it).
A happiest of birthdays to ALL the not mundane or pointless female gendered type peoples here.
Query: what is threadspotting ?(and god help me, I always think of train spotting when I hear it).
Lissa --this just in! Bridezilla didn’t want the dress in cream–she wanted it in ivory!
Gack.
(just kidding–ok, you can jab a needle into me, if that makes you feel better…)
BTW-we want pics of dress (on a dummy–the dressmaker dummy-not the bride!).