Pointless Announcements

Darlene Love can still sing a rockin' Christmas song.

 

Been lying awake for the past 45 minutes. Listening to an owl in a maple tree in the backyard. I so wish I could see it.

 

Been having a phone chat with Chinese Crested ... her computer's gone down, so fingers crossed on it getting mended or replaced.

 

I'm not sure that I have the words this early in the morning to communicate how aggravated I am with the meat guy at the Fresh Market.
I called to ask whether the turkey I pre-ordered for Friday would be frozen... since I need to roast it today, Saturday, so I would need to pick it up Wednesday.
"No ma'am, our turkeys are NEVER frozen, they're always fresh."
Well then, explain how the turkey has been in the fridge since 4:00 pm, in the brine since 8:30 pm and it's still not fucking thawed.
The five-gallon brine bucket is on the counter now, purportedly to help the turkey continue to thaw.
It was so cold in that bucket that when my had got trapped underneath the 12+ pound bird inside the bucket, I didn't feel the plastic thing gouge my finger.
If I get salmonella, I'm going ape shit on the Fresh Market.

 

"Like we say in St. Olaf, Christmas without fruitcake is like St. Sigmund's Day without the headless boy." - Rose Nylund

 

Ugh, I have to go buy christmas presents.

 

Good luck with that. Tis going to be a zoo.

 

Never drinking scotch again. And the stuff I drank last night was potent.

 

Just get mine on thinkgeek. I won't see you for a week, anyway, and then you don't have to actually go out.

 

party here tonight.......gotta do a quick tidy up I guess

 

I don't know why I keep hitching a ride with my friend who thinks it's funny to floor the accelerator when you're only halfway into the car.



Seriously, the guy's an asshole. This shit stops in 2012.

 

I must be confused, I help the three year old with her bath and finding clothes and now she is sitting diaper clad in my lap with her clothes in an ignored pile getting her barbie doll dressed.

 

I am making this turkey my bitch. Oh yes.
Thumbprint cookies (apricot, black raspberry and strawberry ones) for tomorrow are done.
Graham cracker crust for tonight's key lime pie is done, waiting for the oven to cool down to 325 to bake the filling.
Then to shove the aromatics up this turkey's ass and shove it in a 500 degree oven for 30, cover the breasts with foil and bake it at 350 until the thermometer beeps.
I love Alton Brown.

 

What I hear is "Eight more days of hood ridin'! Woo hoo!"

 

the boohead has become hooked on southpark.
she streams it on netflix for hours straight.
this results in a lot of questions for me.
for instance, she just came and asked me what NAMBLA is.
heh.

 

*enters the thread still shuddering*
I just finished reading the bacon thread, and I think I had a baconasm.

 

Shit, just wrapped my wife's presents. One was mislabeled with the wrong size. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck

 

Would be more forgiving if he would at least let me know when he was going to brake.

 

Just wait until she starts unconsciously humming The Ballad of Lemmiwinks.
I think the thing that ended my South Park enjoyment was the Human iPede episode...