avivasedai, via phone: "How are you doing?"
Me: "I'm okay."
avivasedai: "In this context, okay means...?"
Me, after a moment of thought: "...tolerable pain levels, and not being actively homicidal?"
"And it's laaaaarge..."
Me to Adam, regarding the size of the new pill bottle (Lyrica): "I've taken cocks smaller than this."
E-mail avivasedai AT gmail.com for my address, should you wish to send cookies. (Yes, several people asked, via comment, e-mail, and phone. Crazy peoples.) I dislike nuts. (Insert testicle joke here.) And am allergic to buttermilk. I am also allergic to horseradish, soy protein, shrimp, medical adhesive, and cardboard, but I find those are unlikely cookie ingredients. As demonstrated recently in a rafaela post, I will totally become an oppressive tool of the patriarchy for pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.
I shall respond to stuff tomorrow, and try to get back on track with other stuff tomorrow as well. And tomorrow = the beginning of Gwyn's stay! Yay!
EDIT: Since I always get edgy over getting something-for-nothing, I will write haiku regarding each type of cookie I receive. And pictures may be posted.
(And yes, I'm working on the Blogathon incentive thingies.)