it's now official. la petit maison de oh!-'lighn is relocating at some undetermined point in the future to some as yet to be determined, less petit maison. that's quite a high percentage of indeterminants, which is not entirely reassuring, but i'm coping.
i'm coping by making plans. because i like plans. so i have embarked upon The Official La Petit Maison de Oh!-'Lighn Eat Everything Out of the Cabinets Plan. this has turned out to be rather a jolly fun thing. tonight it was minestrone with cornbread and peaches. quite lovely.
and yet, even as i bask in the glow of the lesueurs, i can see the dark corner into which i'm heading. all because one day last february i chose to have lunch with AT rather than tag along with my parents to stock up at costco.
i forgot then, as i always do, that when left to their own devices, my parents always grocery shop for the twenty-year-old son they never had.
thus, there will come a night in the dead cold of the chicago january when i will be burrowed under a pile of blankies feasting on hungry man baked beans with NEW! hearty bacon chunks. damn.
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my typo in that first one was too annoying to stay - at any rate... mmmm. canned bacon. if only they could find a way to can dates & bacon... life would be magical
i saw that, you silly perfectionist. but yes, glad you fully appreciated the glory that is the dates & bacon. i'm just glad it's NEW! bacon. heaven help us if they start canning OLD! bacon.
at first I mis-read that tag as "NEW! hairy bacon chunks." then i thought to myself, Oline would never use the 'chunk' in a sentence even if said word appeared of its own accord in an advertisement. So clearly the original phrase must have been:
NEW! Hairy bacon choice niblets!
gross.
incidentally, the only christmas present i have asked for is money for movers, so you're off the hook, pirate.
And here i thought of myself as a self-styled mover-man dan. alas.
i just figured that since the relocation of the librarie de oh!-'lighn was nearly the death of you last year, it would be better to employ someone with a less delicate constitution. would be horrid embarrassing if my books killed the pirate.
Mmm...baked beans. I'll carry your cat!
you want 'em, bombsy? they could so be in the christmas bombshell bag.
and the vieve is all yours for the carrying- because i know you'd deck her out in a pink ribbon so her sass would be sufficiently strutted.
Um, If you had a Bombshell bag for me that included baked beans, I might have to kiss you.
Don't let that put you off.
i'd hardly consider my constitution delicate. harrumph.
pirate darling, you were clearly exhibiting your consumptive symptoms just there with all that harrumphing. now, if you had given a healthy ARGH, i might have revised my earlier assessment of delicacy. not that you aren't a complete badass, mind you. compliments gone all kinds of awry- all because i wanted to spare you the agonies of moving the librarie de oh!-'lighn!
Every time one of my friends move, they always seem to stumble upon me just walking around my apartment complex. Then they say, "Hey Clark, you are good at lifting things, can you help me with something?" It always ends with me lifting a titanic piece of furniture. I think they actually seek me out when they move. Then they pretend to have stumbled upon me. I guess that is what I get for being so mighty.
i think i was cheated because you were never walking around the dorm parking lot when i was moving! that stupid 12,000 lb. tv was nearly the death of me many a time.
oh, and bombsy love, we're consumated so really nothing is off-putting at this point.
well, if I remember my Schadlick correctly, certain breeds of lady like them some consumptive men. Tho I'd hardly consider myself Oberstian either.
oh how i miss my schadlick...
Well you know what that means, one more reason to move to the...
*faint voice on the wind*:
"East Cooooaaast, East Cooooaaast..."
whoa, did you hear that?
"east coooooaassst."
who keeps doing that?
*hint hint* *nudge nudge*
you crofts are the most heavyhanded convincers i know!
*faint voice on the wind*
stay in chicaaaaaaagoooooo, stay in chicaaaaaaagoooooo...
jus kiddin'. i'm not even sure *I* want to move east. not to give you any unnecessary leverage against my better half or anything. I'm a big fan of chicago but i'm also a big fan of seeing how many cities i can get to know. oh the conflict.
...East coooast.... Eeeast Cooast...
how great would it be to have oline in my city as well as my savy ferd and croftie
according to a t-shirt I recently saw, "somerville is for lovers"
come on down..east..whatever...
and look at all the cool cultural jobs available on hireculture.org
ooooh....come to...what's our slogan...beantown? really? that's it?
I just did a little research:
Nicknames:
Boston has many nicknames due to historical context. They include:
The City on a Hill: came from original Massachusetts Bay Colony's governor John Winthrop's goal to create the biblical "City on a Hill." It also refers to the original three hills of Boston.
Beantown: refers to early Bostonian tradition of making baked beans with imported molasses.
The Hub: is a shortened form of a phrase recorded by writer Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Hub of the Solar System.[17]
The Athens of America: is a title given by William Tudor, co-founder of the North American Review for Boston's great cultural and intellectual influence.
The Puritan City: nickname references the religion of the city's founders.
The Cradle of Liberty: derives from Boston's role in instigating the American Revolution.
City of Notions: in the nineteenth century.
America's Walking City: because Boston's compact and high density nature has made walking an effective and popular mode of transit in the city.
How can you all not just flock to boston now?
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