tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804992698023619047.post8240748082120402921..comments2023-07-19T02:28:49.333-08:00Comments on QuindeciMusings: No Update TodayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359916727226583067noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804992698023619047.post-12214649483246355182010-11-22T04:03:01.341-09:002010-11-22T04:03:01.341-09:00I remember once having what was more like chicken ...I remember once having what was more like chicken noodle casserole. It was so think, it could be served on a plate.<br /><br />I have since then added rice to thicken my soup, but not to the point that it is no longer soup.<br /><br />But that is neither here nor there.<br /><br />Apparently the wrong answer is, "Only when we are alone?" like that with uncertainty. There was an awkwardAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06359916727226583067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804992698023619047.post-78240772728004603782010-11-21T16:15:06.226-09:002010-11-21T16:15:06.226-09:00Ah, nothing like a warm blanket. Truthfully, I thi...Ah, nothing like a warm blanket. Truthfully, I think weather you eat soup or drink it is up to your personal interpretation. I rather like chicken noodle from a warm mug, makes it easier to sip.<br /><br />Now if you had a bowl of rice crispies, I doubt your friend's parents would have had much to say in return. <_< But I didn't realize there was a wrong answer to that question. O-oLe Chevalier Noirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06589802806089248120noreply@blogger.com