Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.
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Attracting a Different Kind of Honeybee . . .
My MIL and Watson just came back from a family funeral in Tennessee.
They brought back ornaments for the kids, and this for the adults:
It sounds weird as snake shoes and smells like the martinis my Dad used to make himself after a long day at work. But it’s pretty good on homemade biscuits.
And explaining moonshine and revenuers to the kids was fun, too.
Though that could’ve been the jelly talking . . .
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This is so wrong
But it sounds so good.
(this was sent to me in response to last Tuesday’s post and then another friend posted it on FaceBook. I can take a hint)
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My Inner Response to the Question: “Finished Your Holiday Shopping, Yet?”
“Not so much. You?”
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How to Make a Librarian* Snerk
Snerk.
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Watson is a Cool Person to Hang With, Reason #239
She has a set of these and isn’t afraid to use them.
She also has Star Wars ones. I really want Vader with reindeer antlers and a big red nose.
It’s too bad that our combined pastry-decorating talents are barely enough to frost a cookie.
Maybe we should go with our strengths and make Zombiebread cookies this year?
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I Don’t Even Know, So Please Don’t Ask
His name is Dan Menendez. The juggler, I mean. I think.
I enjoyed this more the second time. The first time, I kept an eye on the ventriloquist’s dummy, in case it moved . . .
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*Bookstore clerks are too busy to snerk at this stuff this time of year—they barely have time to breathe.