There was a protest in front of a Hollister store in Texas protesting the fact that a mother was shown off the premises for nursing her child (oh noes) (story: http://www.khou.com/news/local/Mothers-protest-Hollister-store-over-nursing-incident-185765782.html )
Amid said protest, I present you the classiest sneaky asshat in a long time:
Dani turned to Bywater, and so came back up the Hill, as day was ending once more.
And he went on, and there was yellow light, and fire within; and the evening meal was ready, and he was expected.
And Tabt drew him in, and set him in his chair, and put little Egghebrecht upon his lap.
He drew a deep breath. "Well, I'm back," he said.
Today the rankings to determine those who have obtained public housing have been published, and we're in the first 7 places (the ones eligible to obtain a house with reduced rent)
So we're going to move sometime before the end of the year (the rankings are subject to a 30-day grace period in case of mistakes, and then the municipality has 5 months to allot the apartments).
happy as shizzle you guise
(view from the west-north-west)
So I was looking at an interesting recipe that had oven temperatures listed in Fahrenheit, so I typed "225F" in Google to take advantage of Google's quick converter.
I'm not even mad, magnificent love-childs (for the record, that'd be 107°C, or "just above boiling point" in cooking instructions)