Betty's mom just gave it away
Swine flu is somehow scarier with a funky '70s beat.
I know you can only see me as a vision.
Are you watching this? The Cougar? What a steaming pile of crap. I only watched the first half of the first show and then the recording cut off for some reason (don't think I'll be needing that Season Pass). In that time, I learned about Stacey, the younger-man-seeking 40-year-old:
Our president, saying his goodbyes to the office before flying out to California:
The posts NorthwestObserver finds on his local Craigslist Missed Connections make me laugh so I checked out our local list.
I vaguely remember a Friends episode about Joey and a glass of fat. Somebody was trying to bribe him to drink it, or he was trying to get paid to drink it, or something. What a stupid show. I thought of it over Thanksgiving. I was cooking stuffing -- chopping, stirring, sauteeing, just cooking up a storm, and I grabbed my coffee cup and dumped the last of the pot in. Did a little more stirring and seasoning, picked up the cup and took a giant swig. Oh, gag! It took a few minutes before I started to comprehend what I had done. It was so hot. And it tasted so foul. I had picked up the wrong cup, one that had had bacon fat poured in it, and dumped the coffee on top. I was very lucky that the grease had at least started to cool down, so I didn't actually burn myself. I cannot describe the taste. However, I got to experience it for the rest of the day. I kept remembering that drink and burping up the taste of bacon fat and smoky coffee. Good god. I told my friend about it and he said, well, basically you just drank red eye gravy. Without the sugar. Which tells you something about people who make and eat red eye gravy. I don't know much about it, and at this point, I don't think I've been missing anything. This recipe I found doesn't even include sugar. I'll never be able to eat that. Nasty. The stuffing was to die for, though.
Duh. Pilot! How did he earn this crown, you are asking. I shall tell you. On top of all the undivided attention, unconditional love, sense of adventure, dirty jokes and hours of debating whenever I get the urge -- which is very, very often -- he bought me a house. And I don't mean he put a down payment on one. He paid off the mortgage I took on last year. Bought. The House. Whoa.
I think I'm going to sound like a rich bitch when I tell you that in a few hours we are flying ourselves down to our condo in Florida for a well-deserved vacation.
So I'm reading about which cities are best to ride out the recession and I get to Baltimore. Yay, I love Baltimore! But wait ... the picture is of Fell's Point and The Greene Turtle! The bar where I met a hot guy to love and adore me and have adventures with me for the rest of my life! Obviously, a quite smart and charming person wrote this article. I approve.