tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post114855974799653245..comments2023-12-30T12:04:59.353+03:00Comments on Code Yellow Mom: Thursday Thirteen #1Code Yellow Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16283426654179102400noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1148646684753734172006-05-26T16:31:00.000+04:002006-05-26T16:31:00.000+04:00I totally relate to 2,3,4,8,10,11 and 13. But I l...I totally relate to 2,3,4,8,10,11 and 13. But I loved Fanny. And I've never tried fake grass, foie gras, whatever.Nettiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07944075197437870258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1148612522074130122006-05-26T07:02:00.000+04:002006-05-26T07:02:00.000+04:00I must have gotten interrupted during your 13 read...I must have gotten interrupted during your 13 reading because I just went back and saw two I hadn't seen and they were the most hilarious. Backing into parking a logistical coup and the whole caterpillar/butterfuly conundrum---who thinks about that stuff? You're very funny. Thanks for updating me on the foie gras thing.Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12171442412933885633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1148610588433328622006-05-26T06:29:00.000+04:002006-05-26T06:29:00.000+04:00Thanks for liking my 13. I had technical difficult...Thanks for liking my 13. I had technical difficulties and messed up the HTML I think, so I didn't get the 83 comments that I was hoping to get from the linkbacks. Sigh.Code Yellow Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16283426654179102400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1148610364584618142006-05-26T06:26:00.000+04:002006-05-26T06:26:00.000+04:00Foie Gras is to do with my date for New Years with...Foie Gras is to do with my date for New Years with David in San Diego - a fancy gala at the Coronado hotel that I felt so shmancy going to and one of the six or seven courses was foie gras, which is literally what I described it as in my post. It looked like a perfectly dumped out can of cat food (or maybe can of sardines with catfood consistency), but it also had some kind of strawberry glace on it, and hey, we were being shmancy, so I tasted it anyway. Blech, blech, blech. The duck head I ate in Ukraine was more palatable. But DAvid and I, for months after, and even sometimes now, are brought to irrepressible giggles thinking about the poor ducks they do this to in order to produce such a F-F-F-Fabulous delicacy. Only the F-F-F-French. The ultimate creators of Emperor's new clothes in all their forms. How's that for froth?!Code Yellow Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16283426654179102400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1148587550035652502006-05-26T00:05:00.000+04:002006-05-26T00:05:00.000+04:00Why are you asking questions about foie gras and I...Why are you asking questions about foie gras and I have never even HEARD of it? And Why does your question about it have me totally intrigued? I like your 13.Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12171442412933885633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1148578495261289662006-05-25T21:34:00.000+04:002006-05-25T21:34:00.000+04:00I left a comment earlier, where did it go? anyway...I left a comment earlier, where did it go? <BR/><BR/>anyways. Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?the liznesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11234658518071610084noreply@blogger.com