Posted by Joke at 2:13 PM
BabelBabe posted at 2:40 PM, February 12, 2006
it's twenty fricking degrees here.
someone needs to make me brunch.
to be fair, we normally do a big waffle/pancake/bacon/sausage or whatever extravaganza but everyone is sick here.
Joke posted at 2:40 PM, February 12, 2006
20? Fahrenheit? Madness. Just thinking about it makes me want to reach for two BandAids.
perceptive reader posted at 5:42 PM, February 12, 2006
I think you must fix a big pot of soup for dinner.
Badger posted at 6:45 PM, February 12, 2006
AGAIN with the nipple talk. And on the Lord's Day. Tsk, sir.
For dinner, frozen pizza! No?
Joke posted at 8:13 PM, February 12, 2006
That was an assumption STRICTLY of your own construction.
I made a mess of chili (tomatoes, and beans on the side) and cornbread.
Badger posted at 10:35 PM, February 12, 2006
Actually, my first assumption was that you needed the bandaids to tape up the extra skin that resulted from your huevos leaping into your thorax at the thought of 20 degree temperatures. But then I thought that no man in his right might would intentionally put a band-aid there, knowing he would have to remove it later, so I went with the nipple thing.
If you must know.
Joke posted at 8:05 AM, February 13, 2006
Your original assumption was also flawed, on two counts:
1- It'd be my larynx where anything was likely to lodge itself, and
2- Securing the premises would be more of an Ace bandage type of operation.
julia posted at 2:18 PM, February 13, 2006
It's a lovely 37 here today, but yesterday we had 2+ feet of snow. I did not get a brunch made for me. I need to have TCBIM read your blog. He needs pointers in so many, many things.
--erica posted at 3:58 PM, February 13, 2006
You southerners talking COLD when it's 50 degrees. We call that SPRING and pull out the short sleeve shirts! :)
Joke posted at 11:40 PM, February 13, 2006
It's not spring until it's 90F.
--erica posted at 1:39 PM, February 14, 2006
We only hit 90 about 2 weeks out of the year.... maybe!