fielddayforthesundays
fielddayforthesundays
fielddayforthesundays

I’m in.

So we’ve got that goin’ for us.

Cinderella story... 

I was so disgusted with that instagram video, I shut it off after the 5th viewing...

Give us an air fryer series!

He probably has a small country’s worth of silverfish living in those rolls of toilet paper.

The wind, my friend, the wind.

What do you dry it with, a towel? A butt towel??

Kind of a hat on a hat but how often can you post Dead Milkmen?

someone who doesn’t want the floppy shingle dropping a steaming slab of cheese and sauce into his/her lap?

I’ve sold tickets at a brewery celebrating their anniversary.  The “ticket” was a $2 donation that got you into a party with bands, special release beers, guest food trucks, etc.  The number of people who said “if I don’t want to watch the bands, do I still have to pay $2" was astounding.

My family used to have a bar that featured live music. The easiest way to pay for those bands, consisting of actual, live, talented human beings, was to charge a modest cover. I never had a problem turning away the cheapskates that wouldn’t pay the cover, which was far less than a movie ticket. Those kind of customers

They compliment each other so well. They’re essentially buttermilk shortcakes. And the semifreddo isn’t as sweet as a lot of ice creams, so it ends up being more like a play on biscuits with butter or clotted cream. 

Note to servers out there: you know how the line cooks always grumble and roll their eyes and bitch you out whenever you put in an order that deviates even a little from the menu, or when someone has a complaint about their food, or even if you have to ask them a question about the food they’re preparing?

Oh boy Salty telling someone not to tip. This is going to rock some people’s world views.

I find that 5 to 7 years for recovery works best.

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As you can tell by my avatar and screen name , I am obsessed with This band.

During a recording session with my band at the Red Room (at the time, part of Que Studio, in Falls Church, VA), H.R. came waltzing in, waved a vague hello at our producer and engineer, and made a beeline for the upstairs lounge (and vocal booth). He asked my drummer, who was napping on the sofa up there, to move aside

Especially when the Dairy Farmers response is basically “Yeah, all that’s stuff is true, but we don’t think the cow cares... usually... well, except sometimes” lol

Frankly I like the breadstick cone idea. Olive Garden is a guilty pleasure restaurant for my husband and I so I might have to go make this.