Speaking of hookah bars (we call it shisha here, or sheesha, if that helps your pronunciation), it has been soooooo long since I sucked down some nice apple shisha! (FTR, hashish in Arabic means grass). Hubby hates shisha - too bad, 'cause I love it, although the morning after, I feel like I inhaled powdered glass!
WTG Bobbio! Are you going go all the way to Paramedic?
I’m so pissed at Hubby! I went to Costco today. I told him I’d need help unloading the truck when I got home. When I got here, there was a NOTE! It said a friend needed some “help” so he went. Help, my foot! He just didn’t want to schlep all the groceries in! I got home at 6:30PM and he’s still not here, at 10:30. I fooled him, though, I brought in the cold stuff and left the rest for him to get whenever.
No.
Oh, damn, I just did!! :rolleyes: :smack:
Eh, well. Goodnight, Roo! See you in the morning. Wait, it is morning. So, can I see you now? Bouncing? Please?
Two hot girls strangling each other by the hair for a prize of Lesbian Baklava? ::droooooool::
(TMI Spoiler, because I’m feeling “virtuous” this morning)So, the winner gets to eat the (Lesbian) Baklava. But… who gets to eat the winner?
(The smiley kind of gives it away, though, doesn’t it?)
Congrats, EMTBobbio!
**Mika **-- finished the book? Isn’t the ending kind of lame?
Everyone else, you know the drill… Good Morning, Rise and Shine!!!
ETA: **Dotty **-- crossing fingers for Noor to finally get well. Never tried a loaded Shisha (we call it a nargilla here) myself. I’m weirdly tame like that :rolleyes: Sounds fun, though!
It’s nearly lunch time - woohoo!!! Time to start cooking my meatballs!
Hubby is having a day off today - sickie, not sanctioned by work, just because he sat up too late last night watching TV and couldn’t handle the prospect of getting up at 6am to be ready to go to work at 7am! Lazy bum - I have to get up at 6am every day, weekend or no, because Her Royal Highness pays no attention to mundane details like “weekend means sleep-in”!!!
For some reason, when our School database can’t find a student I’m looking for, it displays a default empty entry, devoid of content save the same photo of a completely unknown student who stares back at me as if to say “I’m not sure what I’m doing here either.” Seems to pop up a lot :dubious:
That’s okay Pushkin! I’m not quite sure what you’re doing here either!
But welcome - baklava is over on the table next to the lesbians and you can leave the chocolate offering for FCM right here, next to me (mwahahahaha!!!)
I imagine y’all think I spent all night in the alt.transgender.lesbianese.pastry.porn newsgroup, but I wasn’t… It was
the alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.transgender.lesbianese.pastry newsgroup.
Lesbians in balaclavas? Leading a protest against Bahrain’s appalling cheesecake shortage, of course!
The all-time best baklava I’ve ever had was made in Libya by a friend’s sister. Rosewater syrup, with a whole blanched almond in the middle. It was probably 10 years ago, but I still remember it fondly.
Glad the apartment issue appears to be resolved, Hank.
My guess is that your database was designed by someone with a sense of humor, Pushkin. Welcome, by the way. You owe FCM some chocolate, even though we’re having a baklava party today.
Hope Noor gets the all-clear, Dotty.
Guess I should do something here before going off to work… How come that big ol’ “Rise and Shine” from SO isn’t waking me up more. I think I need sound effects or something. And more caffeine.
Mmmmm…lesbian pastries…
My back is a little jacked up from how I slept last night. Anyone wanna get into the Wayback Machine for me and prod me in the middle of last night and make me sleep properly?
that’s it? I expected something ever so much more jarring. I’m disappointed.
Weird dream involving my bedroom furnature being rearranged, and leftover fried chicken without the yummy crunchy skin. I have NO freakin idea what the hell those two things have to do with each other, but I figured if you can get to lesbian balaclavas from Lebonese Baklava…
Hee…thanks for trying, Dotty. But I think something probably needs to reach through the screen and shake me or something. Guess I’ll go look for more caffeine. Again.