uh-oh... they were made with milk... real milk... hormone-infested milk... and the potatoes were not organic... and there were no fancy garnishes or secret spices or ingredients....
I read "hiring monsters to make them leave" and I thought, "SWEET! I am so doing that next party..." I was so disappointed when I realized that "monsters" was "mobsters".
I have to talk to my boss. He scheduled me next weekend. :o( Hopefully I can fix that.
...Talking to boss today. Worst case scenario, I drive down after work on Saturday...but I think I can throw my weight around... We're going camping, damn it.
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you might die!
*smart ass*
I love you!
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At least they weren't those insant ones that taste like paste and have the consistency of shredded, soggy cardboard.
...I'm really not THAT prissy about my food...er...well...heh...maybe.
:oP
*tackle, kiss, grin*
Damn I miss you. :o)
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I have to talk to my boss. He scheduled me next weekend. :o( Hopefully I can fix that.
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Seriously, I will cry if you can't go camping.
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We're going camping, damn it.
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