You mean the My Little Pony stuff?
(Which, btw, they show me, because that's what the kids of SparklePonies do. )
No, no.
This one.
I don't know who the guy is, but he's like some kid's musician who is clearly doing really strong narcotics.
You mean the My Little Pony stuff?
(Which, btw, they show me, because that's what the kids of SparklePonies do. )
Biking went good until I wiped out in a spectacular fashion. First time it's ever happened. The bike is fine, but I managed scrape and bruise my knee and hands. At least nothing broke. Work's going to be fun tomorrow.
All the kittens! And that about sums up my puppy situation. My coworker's Morkie just had puppies and they're giving them away, and it has taken so. Much. Self. Control.
Ha! As if I'd give up the secret to my kryptonite that easily. Nice try, taco-loather. Nice try.
It's hot.
Biking went good until I wiped out in a spectacular fashion. First time it's ever happened. The bike is fine, but I managed scrape and bruise my knee and hands. At least nothing broke. Work's going to be fun tomorrow.
I love pancakes. I hate taking over a damn hour to get one batch done.
At least all my stuff is out of the old place on time. Some of it's still in vehicles, but most is in the apartment now. Threw away so much stuff.
You need a bigger griddle, then.
Takes me 20 minutes, tops, for an entire batch.
I'm thinking I wanna play a game of it here. Well, in the office party space or wherever appropriate. Just curious as to whether anybody has had experience?
My friend ended up getting two kittens, both of which are adorable. If he posts anymore pictures on Facebook, I won't be able to get any writing done...
It's not a griddle thing, because I can't get a proper one here. It's a combination of how our stove tops work with having to use a skillet. It's damn frustrating.
Yes. I make them at least once a week with chocolate chips and sometimes bananas. I also use real maple syrup, the kind that comes from a tree.Come to Americaaaaaa... we are notorious pancake-enablers
Good afternoon Cantina!
We had a terrible thunderstorm move through last night. A huge crack of thunder woke me out of a dead sleep and scared me half to death. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep.
My didn't feel too bad at work. Bending was a little difficult and I had to stick to lighter boxes. Either than that, it went fine. I must have had a dozen coworkers ask me what happened.
Yes. I make them at least once a week with chocolate chips and sometimes bananas. I also use real maple syrup, the kind that comes from a tree.
Come to Americaaaaaa... we are notorious pancake-enablers
I have this awesome round griddle that I use for everything.
WAY TOO MUCH! There are so many things I could put into the story, I'm not sure I can fit it all in.
I like that a whole lot better than having to scratch for enough to fill out the outline. I guess that's what I get for setting a story in Appalachia, huh?
I, for one, would totally love to read a story set in Appalachia, esp. written by someone who genuinely sees the setting as an opportunity for richness of detail, rather than slapped-together lazy stereotypes.