"peanut allergy" is a very close anagram of "peanut gallery"
My adopted niece spent the whole day yesterday with her mother giving her antihistimines and monitoring her breathing b/c one of the grandmothers at her preschool decided to give her son a peanut snack. (it's like peanut-butter flavored cheetos). Abby ASKED if it had peanuts and they told her no. (My daughter was there, and that's what she reported.)
I've been rallying for the preschool to be peanut-free since the beginning of the year, because mistakes happen with 4-5 year olds. (18 kids)
Last year, my daughter took peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to preschool every day, and this year, we've been struggling to find lunches that she likes, but we're just not willing to take the chance (Abby is her best friend).
May God smite you IG with an allergy so that you would be more understanding!
Aahz - make sure that new place of yours has extra rooms - because IG sans coffee is not pretty!! I might have to move in with you guys!
It's really a shame that my kids don't like peanut butter. It would be so easy to pack lunches.
("I like peanuts ... and I like butter ... but I do not like peanut butter ... weird!")
One of the more successful lunches here is omelet in a pita (though you need real pita, not the Sahara crap that's dry enough to be croutons when you buy it)
And every time I make an omelet, I remember not to burn it b/c of the whole raped by a walrus(?) thing...
Kinneret likes cheese. Sometimes she will take cheese and tomato sauce as a kind of 'cold pizza.'
My mom used to make us cream cheese and jelly which I thought was vile.
Of course, if we could send meat, my kids would be in 7th heaven. They both love smoked turkey breast with mustard and ketchup.
Just out of curiosity, did you use any visual media at all? And if so which ones?
socks and nacho cheese?
So about a month ago this guy who has been harassing me for about 15 years offs himself.
I can't say I felt nothing, I felt a warmness in my heart. A feeling that maybe, just maybe there is a god.
Is that wrong that I feel good and happy that someone died who has harrassed me for 15 years? I mean I don't act happy near his friends or family. Also he's dead so he'll never know. So who's it going to harm? But society thinks being happy that someone died is immoral. I can lie, I'm very happy. The first time he tried to off himself he survived and I felt like it was such a lost opportunity. I gave him advice on how to jump off the Tappanzee bridge right, but he never took my advice and just over dosed like a wuss.
Here is the thing, I tried to befriend him, but he was nuts. He for 15 years would point and yell lies about me in public. Humiliating me in front of like 30 ppl at a time. Cops wouldn't do anything. Ever since he died, I felt free. Like I could walk around in my town without this jerk possibly being around every corner.
Anyhow thanks for reading.
How can one smell the difference between old socks and nacho cheese?I want to know what you are doing smelling old socks.
mentioned the metaphor. :)