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I would have put on my ninja outfit and gone with you. And no one would have gotten my joke.

 

OMG this reminds me of something.

About 10 years ago I went with my wife on a Saturday morning to do something at the school where she worked at the time. One of the teachers who had lost her job was there with her current BF (long story short--she had a long history of personal and financial problems, mainly because she was attracted to losers and abusers) to retrieve her personal belongings . She was wearing an I-Dream-Of-Jeannie outfit that clearly was not designed for wearing in public, and would've been risque even at a costume party for adults. If it had just been her & her BF, I could understand the outfit in the Ooh-I'm-being-very-naughty sense, but she knew my wife was meeting her that morning.

 

As my mother still says when she sees a large-breasted woman going braless, she was "flopping around like a Jersey cow."

 

Uhhh...you're welcome.

 

What a great idea. I'm going to dress up like a pirate and TAKE MY WOMAN Arrr. If I can get her to board my ship that is.

 

@snowy , do you or anyone else know a good recipe for Brussel sprouts not using bacon or baking?
In other words, stovetop only.

 

Both ways sound pretty good, but Alton's sounds a bit easier, so I think I'll give that one a try. Thanks, @Borla !
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Btw, a friend did the shopping for me and I asked her to get me a variety of veggies and the sprouts was one of them.
I should've remembered the saying, "Careful what you wish for."

 

The best way I've had brussels sprouts is sauteed in brown sugar...but a) I don't have a recipe, and b) I suppose the brown sugar takes away from the "healthy" part Damn if they weren't absolutely delicious, though.

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In other news, it's karaoke night. w00t!

 

Sing your heart out @CinnamonGirl

 

Might add a bit if they're a little bitter.
I had them a long time ago and I remember bitterness. It may have been just my childish tastebuds, though.

 

I took my wife into a Lindt factory store in Florence. Suprisingly, I actually got her out of there ... eventually.