"But is it kosher?"
I love dinner conversations at my house. Really, with those itty-bitty tight jeans, where do rock stars pack it all? Are they like Chinese Shaolin monks and, after years of meditation and rigorous training, eventually learn to retract their testicles into their body cavities? Hot damn.
Power was out all day yesterday, hence no online-ness. Instead we played Clue by candlelight and ate pizza. Oh, and getting ready for school, at five in the morning, in the pitch dark? Makes for good entertainment. At least I had a nifty demented dream.
Autumn dinner is Saturday, and until then we're gonna be cooking/baking our brains out. Might be a bit scarce until it's over.
That's right; we're so cool, we have a Pre-Thanksgiving-dinner Dinner. ph34r.
Power was out all day yesterday, hence no online-ness. Instead we played Clue by candlelight and ate pizza. Oh, and getting ready for school, at five in the morning, in the pitch dark? Makes for good entertainment. At least I had a nifty demented dream.
Autumn dinner is Saturday, and until then we're gonna be cooking/baking our brains out. Might be a bit scarce until it's over.
That's right; we're so cool, we have a Pre-Thanksgiving-dinner Dinner. ph34r.