I have skimmed. First, Sharpless? Did I get that right the name?
I have little to add but my parents always gave us spaghetti leftover sandwiches. You mix the noodles and the meat and then shove it between two pieces of buttered toast. It was my dad's thing. With that said, his parents were WWII refugees/great deressioners, so my grandmother was always doing stuff like feeding me battered brain. I have not had one in forever but one is sounding pretty good.
IF all the politicians are truly running for President (and it seems like they are) I say wee Hunger Games it this year. Too late for a certain lovely lady, but she might be in the primaries, and she'd be easy fodder she can't even manage her own email folders, dude.
I have been paying little HEED to the legislation of the ecig, sadly, it's been more like trying to find a pair of clean underwear in a sea of boxes for work than hunting down ecig news.
I'm pretty sure we sure still doomed though.
Anna