Urrgh, my stomach stings.
Before I start lamenting my pained stomach, I would like to make the following statement:
burgerlord, Good luck in Japan. He left for Harrisburg yesterday (friday) at 6 AM (or so I was led to believe), and, by all accounts, should be in Japan now (you'de think, anyway). I suppose he could have been held up at some airport, but if not, I just wanted to tell him:
"Good Luck, Have a good Time, and . . . try to look shorter and less blonde than you are. Heh."
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I cooked some eggs for my family this morning. . . Sort of a late breakfast/snack sorta dealie. I put a heaping tablespoon of olive oil into the large cast iron pan that we use, and let it heat up (We keep our olive oil in the fridge, and it solidifies there, so it's easy to just spoon out). Then I dropped the first egg in, and oil splashed everywhere. Including the entire front of my stomach. I wasn't working with a shirt on, so now I have all these little spots of pain on my stomach. What fun.
burgerlord, Good luck in Japan. He left for Harrisburg yesterday (friday) at 6 AM (or so I was led to believe), and, by all accounts, should be in Japan now (you'de think, anyway). I suppose he could have been held up at some airport, but if not, I just wanted to tell him:
"Good Luck, Have a good Time, and . . . try to look shorter and less blonde than you are. Heh."
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I cooked some eggs for my family this morning. . . Sort of a late breakfast/snack sorta dealie. I put a heaping tablespoon of olive oil into the large cast iron pan that we use, and let it heat up (We keep our olive oil in the fridge, and it solidifies there, so it's easy to just spoon out). Then I dropped the first egg in, and oil splashed everywhere. Including the entire front of my stomach. I wasn't working with a shirt on, so now I have all these little spots of pain on my stomach. What fun.