This evening has kind of gotten away from me. I assumed I'd have more time, but it turns out that if you're going to introduce your children to uncomplicated-yet-tediously-multi-step gourmet-style food, you're going to have to be willing to sacrifice blog-preparation thinking time to whipping egg whites on occasion. The thing about Oreos is, yeah, trans-fat and the emotional burden of the American Diet, but apart from the effort to separate the halves to get at the sugar-lardy goodness in the middle, they require almost no prep time. And even fewer dishes. In future, I'll steer my Thursdays that way.
I'm exhausted and creatively tapped for the evening. This weekend there are no kids around. I will try to add something here then, if I can free up a hand to type from the restraints and, of course, if Mistress grants me permission. Which I kind of doubt. Even for a dom, she's kind of a bitch.
Instead, spend the three minutes you would have spent reading this nonsense to watching a goodly portion of what is possibly my favorite movie scene ever:
Vaya con dios.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
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3 comments:
Why is it that no matter what role she's in and what she's doing, all I can ever think about when Holly Hunter is on screen is wondering just why it is that I find her so hot?
i used the word ochlocracy on my facebook yesterday.
it was pretty exciting.
(oh my gods. my verification word is: pogrume.)
Gumbo: Because she's probably the best actor working, which mean she fools you into thinking she's speaking only to you. It's an old stripper trick. Can't believe you fall for it. Every time.
KnK: My colonization of your brain is progressing apace.
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