Sentences with phrase «coming to dinner sort»

«It was one of those Guess Who's Coming to Dinner sort of welcomes,» Tyson recalls.

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As the year unfolded, I began to realise that my little nudge to choose Fearless was more of a gigantic shove off a cliff by the Holy Spirit, a sort of dinner bell clanging «COME AND GET IT!»

While I am preparing dinner or waiting for it to cook, I work really fast with some sort of dessert.This coming week marks the LAST week of Whole Grains Month.

Also, since this is a come - when - you - want sort of dinner party, you can't toss your lettuce with dressing for your first guests and ensure that your last guests don't have to eat soggy salad.

Going over to their houses and hanging out — seeing people eat dinner together, their father's coming down hard on their dates, driving us around, looking out for us... I didn't have «dad» exactly, but I sort of gleaned from other families.

It comes from some sort of dinner conference that took place in 1968 prior to the release of the film.

Indeed, Leigh's own capsule description of his film, published in the Cannes film festival catalog, sounds like the sort of thing Jack Valenti might have come up with for an after - dinner speech: «Secrets and Lies is about roots and identity, the ever - changing images we all have of ourselves and each other, and our compulsive need to reaffirm constantly who and what we are, and where we come from.

In the dinner scene's aftermath, Alma does something that carries the film into the sort of weird, bizarre territory we've come to expect in an Anderson film.

He was tutoring a boy in a huge old castle in Scotland when the butler (it was that sort of household) said to him at dinner one day «Ah, sir, it's a long time since we heard screams coming from the West Wing!»

I didn't sleep well, hustled into the office via a mailbox delivery to my ex's place of the youngest's homework and orange clothes for Harmony Day, listened to a message on my phone from the eldest's school about her fringe being too long (WTF FFS), bolted home after work to let the fur babies inside, bolted back to work for an office dinner (that's the gang in the main pic), realised on the way home that I need to be at a work function on Wednesday morning at 6.30 am... which is the youngest's birthday; had a major panic attack over the youngest waking up parentless on her 11th birthday; sent a frantic message to my ex asking if he could come over at 6.30 am on Wednesday; chatted briefly to an exhausted DD as he drove home from work at 9.30 pm; felt my stomach drop slightly when he said «just don't blog about the howling dogs»; pointed out that those sort of suggested edits needed to be made MUCH earlier to avoid appearing in the blog...

Sort and store herbs, dried foods and utensils by frequency of use to make things easier come dinner time.