so i woke up this morning, and pudas had been hard at work for several hours. i stumbled toward the bathroom, he popped out of the kitchen, looked slightly upset, and snapped "stay out of the kitchen" (not a finger!). after a while, i was called into the kitchen, that was decked out in streamers, balloons, and roses. and he had made breakfast with ( Read more... )

i am going to germany. wait. we are going to germany. we=mr. pudas (erik), mrs. pudas (evie), mr. pudas (terry), myself (mrs. pudas). there will be sausages, kraut, museums, farms, breweries, and easter eggs. it's going to be wonderful. and the question is: who will be chevy chase?

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what the fuck are "genuine steakhouse steaks"?

http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/2008/08/betcha-cant-eat.html

the strathinator has been rumored as booking tickets to boston, massachusetts. nilee is presently stocking up on booz and matches. north shore be advised.

man oh man. i'm taking thursday through tuesday off, and so is pudas. and i can't wait. i really just want to spend some time with him. its going to be wonderful.

i am very sad. heartbroken ( Read more... )

"god damnit, somebody get me a fucking shrimp cocktail."
-my inner monologue

current user pic is specifically for laura.

i have an image myself in a knee length shirt dress, riding a charmingly retro bicycle with a big wire basket down the side of a new england beach, high with the wispy grass you often see on the north shore. inside my basket is a checkered hankerchief, filled with lunch treats, and undoubtedly a beach blanket. i'd ride and ride, until i found a ( Read more... )