It's late here - watched the Race, and then last week's Race because we missed the first part, so I will have to read the rest of what you wrote tomorrow. I'd love to run into you all at Walmart sometime but all we get around here that's interesting is the occasional polygamist and his dowdy wives in the pastel home-sewn ugly dresses.
Is this a remake of the 1981 film of the same name, or different mythological characters? Mr. Troutbend enjoys this kind of action-film-never-mind-the-acting so I might order it from Netflix as an antidote to the kind of movies I usually get.
How delightful! All that knitting and chatting and chatting and knitting.
I can remember when inflation was just a given, and we were convinced that buying something today was a sure good investment because the price on that item, whether it was a house or a color TV was only going to go up over time. It's a hard instinct to get rid of.
When we were in college at Colorado State U, they never won, never. But all of us students faithfully went to all the games and faithfully got drunk. Whenever someone would empty a bottle of beer or booze, we'd pass the empty down to the front of the bleachers and it would be lined up along the retaining wall. By the end of the game the empties stretched the length of the field. One memorable time someone passed down a bottle of rum that had about an inch and a half in it and the future Mr. Kitchentales chugged it on top of all the whatever else he'd had to drink. He ended up passed out on the bathroom floor at my house after the game, but he wasn't my boyfriend at the time, he was my boyfriend's fraternity brother. My boyfriend was with us at the game, and he also got loaded. He was very tall - 6 foot 4 - and he'd sprained his knee the night before dancing with a waitress named Mindy. For some reason when we limped out of that stadium, Mr. Tall had wrapped a plaid stadium blanket around his waist like a long skirt and the future Mr. Kitchentales was dancing the Boogaloo around us. Is there a point to this story? Yes: it doesn't matter if your college team wins or loses, it's all about the journey, not the destination.
I agree that Elizabeth was a lovely young girl, and she aged okay, but she was so pretty in the footage about her coronation.
Why didn't she figure out some frequent letters and build up some cash? Maybe afraid of the bankrupt. I suppose she had time while the others had their turn to study the blanks and figure it out. Hunh.
Gettin' Any surely does mean sleep, it's the question of the day any more.
I was getting ready to ask about L'Oreal products maybe, and sure enough there were! What a lovely thing to be included in the small group of friends, and the cake gift you made sounds perfect, because like you say, they could buy anything they want.
I can remember the first time we had paninis at a restaurant, years ago, and now we see more of them. That meatball one looks really good.
I made this tonight, totally skipped the tomato sauce, so it was garlic rice and some roasted sausage. Very good if you like garlic.
He looks big, and so soft with those giant paws. Is he a loose and floppy cat or more tightly strung? Buddy is of the looser persuasion, partly because he's just plain big.
I don't like how the local news stations do those teasers - 'is there SNOW in the Denver forecast? Will your morning drive to work be AFFECTED? Stay tuned and we'll tell you' like it's the most dramatic thing in the world. And you stay tuned, and guess what, no snow in the forecast, no change whatsoever, they're just fluffing us so we won't change the channel.
One time Mr. Tbend was bowling in a tournament and his team was sponsored by Outback so they were given logo shirts. The other bowlers thought these guys all worked at Outback, so they kept coming up to the various team members and saying variations of "I love your salmon! It's so good!" I was wondering what job they thought Mr. Tbend had in the restaurant. Chef? Janitor? Surely not waiter.
Big doings there. Maybe she did away with him, and that was body parts in those garbage bags. I know - I read too many mysteries.
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