Who sang On My Own?
So much for reducing my screen time.
Sorry, was making a huge homemade calboli. (Sort of a Stromboli, sort of a calzone, sort of a mess). Ymm, cooking.
I forgot the story I was referencing, but I think I posted it on the main board. Something about cricket.
I’ll see if I can find it.
Okay, it lacks context, but:
Maybe you had to be there . . . .Did I ever tell you of my fondness for Cricket? It all started as a wee lad, when I was dragooned into His Majesty's Royal Corps and sent to Borneo. I was supping with the Sultan of Brunei over tea and the most scrumptious crumpets that could be had in all of Maritime Southeast Asia. We were birding in the rain forest and ready to retire to camp, when bloody hell a bit of a monsoon washed our guide down the river. Stiff upper lip and whatnot, we pressed forward through the malarial swamps until we reached the impromptu cricket pitch the lads had set up on the outskirts of Samarinda. And well, to make a long story shorter, three tests later and the wickets simply splintered from the oppressive humidity.
But by gosh, it was smashing good fun!
Tacos, homemade salsa, and margaritas tonight.
First ever GrubHub experience, because dammit, I just really want wonton soup.
Like a rock...
and nothing wrong with wonton soup.
For the first time I knew the Silver Alert person. Grateful she has been found and they say she will be fine.
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Okay, I just sent this to some chat folks from work. It’s, um — complicated how we got there.
And yeah — it shut down that conversation too.
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