A lady is stalked by a naked garbage disposal. Lady: But you can't talk! You're only a garbage disposal! Gary the Garbage Disposal: I can talk your language, darling!
It has long been one of my minor dreams to buy a top-of-the-line garbage disposal. Mine is a toothless old thing. But should you use one at all? Yes, no, maybe so is the definitive answer from online poking around. I did find this:
I have failed with every composting method I've tried: the heap, the discounted four-drawer thing from the county, the garbage bin, the plastic bag (don't do this), and the worm bin. $300 is a bit much when you can just use a drippy paper bag for free. A bit too Priusy, if you know what I mean.
Lady Marlene appears to be still around, mostly as novelty underthings for brides and bridesmaids. Is it too obvious to observe that the demise of the corset coincides with the expansion of the waist? Even gawky pre-teens had to wear a starter panty girdle. I did. You could only get so big, if you had to stuff yourself into some kind of sausage casing in order to leave the house. Of course there is the terrifying, but ubiquitous Spanx, but it can't seem to stem the tide.
I am sitting in the dark and can't read the blurb, but it doesn't seem worth going inside for.
Let's go to the movies!
* Small country picks war with U.S. to reap post-war foreign aid. Small country accidentally wins war.
* Very sweet movie. I read all of the Mouse That books in junior high. Peter Sellers in the Alec Guinness triple role thing the British were so keen on. Duchess Gloriana and the archers in Manhattan seem obvious models for a zillion Monty Python skits.
* Jean Seberg nearly unbearable, but all else pretty good.
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