Last words

[ladyofastolat]

Transcript of phone conversation between me, surveying near-empty fridge, and Pellinor, on his way home:
Me: "Will we die if we eat a sausage and bacon quiche that says it was best before two days ago?"
Pellinor: "No."
Me: "Are you sure?"
Pellinor: "Definitely."

I just want this to go on record. If we end up dead, it was his fault!

Comments

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

Didn't tell you off. I just pointed out that, if you delete a comment and resend a corrected version, the person you're replying to gets both copies emailed to them (assuming they have that option turned on.) At least if you correct it, the person whose comment you intended to reply to gets told that you've replied to them. This way, evilmissbecky is living in blissful ignorance about the fact that you were just rude to her.

(And, yes, I think I just confused myself with that explanation. Must be nearly time to go home now...)

[bunn.livejournal.com]

I'm assuming if you are both still quibbling like this, you must have survived the Quiche of Death.

[evilmissbecky.livejournal.com]

Blissful no more. Instead I am pouting over the grievous insult to my mental state.

Thank goodness I have the voices in my head to console me.