Writer Erin O'Brien comments on all things human.
Yes, I was supposed to eat the asperagus in the white house, but I don't like asparagus, I like...
The news paper tells me the crab and asparagus lunch is fresh.
Toby, so was my husband...
Wow, I was quoted in the Cleveland Plain Dealer. I am really moving up in the world. But you should know that as an observant Jew I do not eat shell-fish. and you should also know that if a man eats asparagus it...well, this you probably know.
Makes for a smelly cooch
I'd be starving if that was all I had for lunch...but then I guess you keep room for desert. Why does asperagus make ones pee smell?
I don't know about Nadia's pee but doesn't everybody's pee smell? Especially when you fail to flush the tilet for 24 hrs on a hot day. lol
in case y'all didn't notice the typo, that was supposed to be toilet and not tilet.
My pee always spells like flowers. You can bottle it.
Mmmm....asparagus. Its weird that you post that, i got into a converstation with a guy today about how when I grew up in the midwest we ate alot of rubarb and asparagus.
Dear Erin, Your lunch/dessert menu would leave me wholly unfulfilled, but that’s just me, for now.I hope this is an appropriate enough place to intrude upon you my personal thoughts, but I am compelled to disclose to you that I read Harvey & Eck from beginning to end with the same eagerness and enthusiasm as your characters must have. And I saw within my self, both Eck and the Hub--and Harvey too. I must admit, that as I read, I remained skeptical that the next pages would not satisfy me. And even as I approached the conclusion, I told myself I would have to mentally re-write the ending to meet my needs. I dare say, I even found myself fearing the neglect of a certain significant object. One I won’t give away out of courtesy for others who have not read your novel yet. But I was wrong on all accounts--and gleefully so. After I finished the novel, I noticed the words “Women’s Fiction” on the back cover for the first time. But to me, this was a brilliant work of “Men’s Fiction” in more ways than one. A smashing read. A novel that I would feel dignified to have accompany me into any coffee shop despite it’s—how shall I say this?—less conventional cover. Smashing, indeed!
PDD? your pee *spells*? like flowers? That is amazing. Tell me when it can spell out my name... then we're talking! ;)
Good choice except I would have subbed for Lobster tail. Cleveland, huh? Bruce Springsteen fans there are great!
Denny:If I can spell reductio ad absurdum with my pee surely I can spell Denny.
PDD... lol... you're impossible!
Oh I am possible all right. I assure you I am possible.
Erin has crabs! Erin has crabs!
erin.. can I eat your crabs?
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