Furniture sex
Thursday, June 17th, 2004What your furniture does when you’re not home.
What your furniture does when you’re not home.
I finally got them up!
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Well, there wasn’t supposed to be a prayer at that particular point in President Reagan’s funeral.
Sweet dreams, Clintons.
My animals are unnatural.
So was the sky tonight.
It’s all Bill’s fault. He told me how easy it is to roast your own coffee. Now I’m obsessed with it. I bought a FreshRoast rather than went hard-core with a heatgun and a dog bowl, like some of the people on Coffee Geek.
The roaster came with a pound of [...]
I was so inspired with all the sourdough in Alaska that I decided to try to make my own starter. Unfortunately mine never took off and the loaf of bread I baked with it ended up being about an inch tall and denser than a brick. I called around to various different bakeries [...]
I’ve been sick as a dog since we got home. Two days after we flew back I started running a 101 degree fever for a few days. Monday night I had an earache so bad that I was in tears and making comparisons to labor (which is better because at least you get [...]
RIP, President Reagan. I found a picture online earlier this afternoon that has me in it. I was in New Orleans in 1988 for the Republican National Convention and was one of the cheerers with homemade signs, and we had no designated seating, so for all the speeches we got to sit on [...]