I've never been one for buttermilk, except in pancakes.
Tried goat's milk once, straight from the goat. Couldn't understand the
desire. However, a good goat's milk cheese and a bagette from the Union
Sq. Farmer's Market (does that still exist?) make for a great lunch walking up
Park Ave. South - where I used to work. As for cold showers, in my book
they're only useful on August nights when the temperature is 85 and it's
midnight and there's no croos breeze.
The car supposedly has a bad fuel switch, which might explain
why my car konked out in the exact same spot on the thruway. The mechanic
suggested I find another route to work. To them it's coincidental that it
was cold and there were a lot of gelled diesels. I don't think anything in
cars is coincidental. Must be my inherent cynicism. So, maybe the
mechanic is from California. He sounds blond, at the very
least.
Little and big Pams alike are feeling much better, thank
you. Best to you with the doctors.
Sign me,
The always theoretically concerned
Pam
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, January 27, 2003 1:15
PM
Subject: Re: "It's cold again...."
Buttermilk and goat's milk are also on the list of things
I've mistakenly drunk once in my life, and will never willingly go near
again. Also, I gave away my lifetime supply of cold showers; I had a
roommate in College who liked them, so I told him he could have all
mine. On the other hand, I have learned to like beer, so it's not as if
I am 1000% resistant to change, as most people who know me
believe.
Your car shit sounds extremely distressing. I thought
you dopes who live up in the North Woods know all about all this cold weather
shit, and would have thought your mechanics know about car shit in cold
weather. What are they, a bunch of California beach bunnies like
me?
Hope the Little Pams are done puking, and that you and the
woggish Mr. Pam are OK, digestively
speaking.