mary tyler moore in hot sauce on a flour tortilla.
if i ever make it to minneapolis, i'm *totally* buying a tamoshanter so i can throw it in the air.
a special thanks goes out to leff, the greatest bf in the world, who pushed the hot sauce through the stencil. (i hurt my leg and am unable to stand at the moment. (i'm telling you, i hit 35 and i freakin' fall apart!))
i've always kinda' crushed on mike maronna (even though he's my little bro's age and that weirds me out a teeny bit). i mean, i even liked him as stuart, the ameritrade shill.
some people may know her from her stint on "dancing with the stars" but i'll always be fond of her role as phyllis lindstrom on "the mary tyler moore show".
my spidey senses are tingling and telling me that i need to get thanksgiving dinner prep underway. so happy t day to those of you who reside stateside. happy thursday to everyone else. see you on friday.
angela lansbury made from the juice of heated blueberries.
i've admitted it before in public, so i'll admit it again. i love "murder, she wrote".
why? i'll give you two reasons. 1) it helps me fall asleep. (i'm a die hard insomniac and take the zzzzs however i can get them.) 2) it allows me to play six degrees of angela lansbury. for real, she's more connected than kevin bacon!
cakespy jessie is working on a top secret mission. since she has yet to divulge her plans, i can only tell you that i was assigned one way to kill a twinkie. i did that by making a twinkeith richards.
keith richards made from twinkie cream.
here's keith with the confection that has almost as long of a shelf life as he does.
i'll give you an updated cakespy link once the records have been released. until then, enjoy a related post: basalmick jagger.