Here's an interesting texting typo I created last week: And if airline seats get any smaller, I can see this being an actual problem. Can you imagine? I'm sorry ma'am, but there is no way both of you can seat in one seat. You will have to purchase an additional ticket for "her". What would happen then? Would she want the window or middle seat? That's assuming she would even want to sit next to me. I mean, we are together 24/7 so she may want a little alone time, out in the open air, where she is free of any restraint. And what if she is chatty, flapping her lips the whole time? I'm not a big talker when I travel, preferring instead to bury my head in a magazine so I can take my mind off the flight and enjoy my Ativan. I imagine the conversation going as such: She: I hate that bike seat at spin class. You have no idea what it's like. Me: Spin class is only 50 minutes. You can handle it. I bought you padded shorts. Those weren't
These are wasabi covered peanuts. Or as I like to call them, green legumes from the bowels of hell. I bought them on a whim and they are fairly innocuous when taken in small doses. However, I would not recommend eating them by the handful after an afternoon of Octoberfest celebrations OR with bubble gum flavored vodka. Just my two cents. Also, if you are going to ingest them in large amounts, just remember what goes up must come down just as what goes in must come out. Who in the world ever thought of coating peanuts with Japanese horseradish? There is a reason no one has ever done that with corn and it is the same reason not to do it with peanuts. Enough said.
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Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
Love the "sitting on antique farm equipment". Perhaps you should come to L.A. and try your talent at the Improv'. I'm just sayin'.
Miss you, Sugar!!!
I miss you too Ms. Solo. I would love to go to LA but the only improv I would be doing would be regarding last minute decisions on where we could go get a martini :)