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Not sure what 94 has to do with blowtorches.... oh, well - welcome!
Remember everyone: play nice! Yelling "cool whip" is a good way to gather others. And of course the obligatory, no texting or emailing your T when under the influence, courtesy of stopdog! Enjoy! Continued from here: Couch 93 - RADIOACTIVE!
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**the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain and every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain**
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Thanks Ellah! I love the title!!!
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![]() Ellahmae
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**the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain and every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain**
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Yay! Kitty!
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JS - that's awesome. I should frame that and hang it in my kitchen.
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**the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain and every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain**
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Lookie there's even pink ones!
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Oooo! Pretty colors! WANT!
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'... At poor peace I sing To you strangers (though song Is a burning and crested act, The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my sawn, splay sounds,) ...' Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue |
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Love all of them! One for each hand! Wait....
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**the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain and every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain**
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I've always said I want to be a Hindu goddess in my next life
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I just realized something. Since I'm spending one evening a month hanging out with therapists (at the lectures I've been going to) maybe I should be covertly asking them questions. Although, I would have to be careful since some of them undoubtedly know my t since she used to live here and has given lectures there in the past, lest they narc me out to her. Ha!
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Hell to it Art, I'd overtly ask 'em. You only live once...
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'... At poor peace I sing To you strangers (though song Is a burning and crested act, The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my sawn, splay sounds,) ...' Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue |
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I would get a blow torch for the kitchen, but would have to find a place to lock it up. We have too many teenage boys here on the weekends. I shudder to imagine what they would try to cook with a blow torch!
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Teenage boys + blowtorch. Hmmm. I don't know whether I should run for the hills or go get the video camera...
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'... At poor peace I sing To you strangers (though song Is a burning and crested act, The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my sawn, splay sounds,) ...' Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue |
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I did "out" myself tonight by admitting I'm a lay person who's been through depth therapy and remains fascinated by the subject. They took it well. So maybe overt would be okay.
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You should have seen the mess they made in my kitchen when they made pancakes! Huge, plate-sized ones with half the batter spilled all over the stove top! lol |
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Well, on the up side, one day they'll have happy girlfriends/wives because of their cooking abilities. Assuming, of course, they learn how to clean in the interim...
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'... At poor peace I sing To you strangers (though song Is a burning and crested act, The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my sawn, splay sounds,) ...' Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue |
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I would love to own a blowtorch but I go to the ER for far too many kitchen accidents as it is.... lol
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**the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain and every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain**
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Eh, what's one more hazardous kitchen appliance...
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'... At poor peace I sing To you strangers (though song Is a burning and crested act, The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my sawn, splay sounds,) ...' Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue |
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I am heading for bed..... can't wait to see what my dream-maker has in store for me tonight!!! And tomorrow morning is the workshop that goes along with tonight's lecture. Super excited.
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I've taught them how to cook, but we're still working on the cleaning part....!
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Have fun Art!
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'... At poor peace I sing To you strangers (though song Is a burning and crested act, The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my sawn, splay sounds,) ...' Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue |
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I haven't had any send me to the ER (yet) but if I burn my arm on that stupid big skillet one more time..... it's going in the garbage!!
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Ok now I'm actually going to bed.... I'll be checking back in after I get home from the workshop tomorrow, because tomorrow is also laundry day.... perfect excuse to play on the computer while the machines do the washing and drying!
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