Sentences with phrase «get in a paper bag»

My cat will get in a paper bag too.

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If you are not familiar with the shocking atrocities commited in the name of Christianity, get a paper bag and start breathing into it right now.

Maybe it's making for «no straw» in your drink when you go out, bringing your own bags to the grocery store, getting coffee or a smoothie in your own cup / jar, bringing your own silverware when you're out and about, switching from paper to cloth napkins, buying bread from a local bakery or making it yourself instead of buying in plastic, switching to a menstrual cup or washable cloth pads instead of disposable, there's so many different ways to produce less waste.

For a buck or two you get your choice of warm, sugar - coated almonds, peanuts, or cashews wrapped up in a little paper bag with the corners twisted closed.

Slice it up before freezing, and either wrap up slices individually, or store in a single bag with a small piece of baking paper wedged in between each slice (so you can get one out easily).

When I have a cut pepper, I wrap in paper towel to keep it from getting slimy and from affecting the other peppers in the bag.

Supermarkets make the least profit in the center aisles — the worst sellers being those that contain products you can also get at the drugstore or corner store, like mouthwash, garbage bags, paper towels, or carbonated beverages.

I destem, wash, and thinly slice the leaves when I get home from the store, then stash them in a resealable plastic bag with a paper towel in the fridge.

Football is a matter of opinions in some ways, even though it is on paper a simple game that is about getting a round bag full of wind into an oversized net, and this is highlighted perfectly by the very different sections of Arsenal fans that have become known as the WOB and the AKBs.

On title cards during the player select screen, she often rambles through a long train of thought (in Backyard Soccer she got to paper vs. plastic shopping bags before suddenly losing herself in the conversation).

I bought paper cubes from Paperchase in the sale, got the girls to draw a picture and message on the top sheet, paired up with a nice pen and wrapped in a presentation bag.

For instance, get two unsharpened pencils, two squares of fabric, two pieces of sandpaper, two seashells, etc. — the more variety the better — and put one of each object in a paper bag.

Mayberry, I do the same thing: once every 4 - 6 weeks I get my groceries in paper bags and use them to corral newspaper and junkmail recycling.

STEP 4: Notice that baby's all done (he got really still and didn't seem to be actively peeing or pooping at that point) and do the following: clean his bum (if necessary - with EC, poos are generally pretty clean); replace his pants; empty the potty in the public bathroom (there was one teeny tiny bathroom on this boat... so I did have to wait in line while carefully balancing the potty); wipe out the potty with a paper towel or baby wipe, or rinse it if you can; put the potty back in the plastic bag, inside the carry - on; and enjoy the fact that you just avoided another nasty blow - out - diaper - clean - up job... on a boat.

A little paper or plastic baggie or a certain slot or compartment in your diaper bag, for example, will keep them safe and prevent them from getting lost.

A small proportion of our co sleeping deaths are horrible accidents that in retrospect could maybe have been prevented (in this group I include babies who fall down the gap between the bed and the wall and get wedged and become asphyxiated, or a baby who rolled out of bed and landed head first into a waste paper basket that had been lined with a plastic bag, or a baby who had been put up on the pillows but had slipped down the gap between the two pillows at the top of the bed and the pillows then moved over her face due to the parents shifting position.

Healthy snacks got their own reusable bags and I dished them out in paper sandwich bags during the drive.

One little tip to speed the ripening, if you can't wait to get your teeth into them — is to put them in a paper bag alongside a ripe banana, apple, and / or tomato — it really works.

Store in between sheets of parchment paper in a plastic zip - top bag (get as much air out of the bag as possible) in the freezer for up to 3 months.

Getting back to that stir - fry, it was basically a half - pound of bacon cut into «lardons» and sauteed until crisp (drained on paper towels); a pound of 80/20 ground chuck browned with chopped onions and minced garlic (added at the last minute) in the bacon drippings and a «steamer bag» of broccoli nuked in the microwave.

Don't get me wrong: Ashley Madekwe could look incredible in a paper bag, but I don't think that outfit is cute in the least.

I also threw our beach essentials in my bag so we were ready to go when we got there.This tunic is from Rock Flower Paper.

(I can also acknowledge that the current era isn't necessarily the good ole» days either, what with policymakers constantly getting in teachers» business, a bureaucratic system that excels at making inane and annoying decisions, and plenty of administrators who can't manage their way out of a paper bag.)

Communication by letter also had its pitfalls, Daniel continues: «Paper would go out in the kids» school bags, and would regularly get lost between the school gates and front door.»

My truck could get stuck in a water - soaked paper bag.

On paper, the 15.9 cubic feet of space isn't bad (it's a substantial increase on the Cadillac ATS's 10.9 cubic feet capacity, for instance), but the shape itself isn't particularly boxy and the trunk opening the widest you'll find in this class, so getting larger items like suitcases and golf club bags in and out might be a bit tricky at times.

Toilet paper and paper towel rolls are a problem because ferrets get their heads stuck in them and can choke or suffocate, and if you let your ferret play with plastic bags, you may want to cut off the handles and cut a slit in the bottom.

But the isolation of a small town can get a little too much; there are probably more people in one high - rise Brooklyn apartment building than here, and making all this work without anyone seeing it can feel like singing into a paper bag.

Of course, this is being lead by his favorite bag of munchies, Roger Pielke Jr. who insists, insists Eli tells you, that right now there is nothing we can do (well until paragraph 23) and blames the reporter for listening to him, gets the science all wrong on a paper in Nature to conclude that it's gonna get cold man, blames learning his science from newspapers, and generally has been trying to discredit anyone who thinks that climate change may be a major problem.

Look at the province of Ontario's deposit system for wine and beer bottles and the paper bags in which all their goods are packed; it's impossible to get a plastic bag at any of their stores.

He's launched a project with his mom and dad dubbed Project Kool, and it's goal is to help get kids involved replacing the endless stream of paper and plastic bags they cart their lunch to school in each day by swapping «em for The Lunch Sak.

Your palms start to sweat, your legs get twitchy, you can't shake the feeling that there's something really important going down somewhere in the world and you don't know what it is... Well, you can put down that brown paper bag you've been hyperventilating into.

The driver wasn't giving names at the time, either, and when I got in, they instructed me to put a paper bag over my head so I couldn't track where they were taking me.

A better example is the service I get from my housekeeper at my new rental in Tennessee: she does the post-stay walk - through, cleans, and provides or maintains the inventory of supplies (she provides quite a bit: trash bags, toilet paper, basic toiletries, dishwashing soap, hand soap; the things I provide, she'll let me know when supplies are low, and I'll have new items shipped to her house).

It's odd, the things that stick in my mind from the old days — the chief - of - staff wiping his generous moustache with copy paper while he assigned stories; the cadet counsellor licking his lips like a lizard every 20 seconds as he lectured us; the old guy who looked like a hobo but was actually the most revered journalist on the floor; the cadet journalist who ate a bag of fresh prawns (heads, tails and all) while on assignment with me; everyone smoking at their desks; everyone being stoked to get «VDT» pay allowances for working with computers (I'm very old).

Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs» breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six - pack of beer for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25 kg bag of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25 kg bag of scratch mix; washed and hung out two loads of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit for chooks; assembled wraps for Husband and Sprogs for lunch; baked banana bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn't like banana bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; killed lots of mozzies; threw out old magazines and newspapers; put crap away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit out of chook house; sorted three baskets of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket for forgotten essentials: toilet paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot of caffeine before The Great Famine of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs» hair and painted Sprog 2's toenails rainbow colours for New Year's Eve party; copped grief from Husband for painting Sprog 2's toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year's Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third glass of French champagne after being reminded of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year's Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50 pm.

I've already cleaned the inside of my car which often is a traveling office (papers and magazines in the back seat & floor) and a mini truck with bags of stuff for the Goodwill the next time I go to Stillwater — next time doesn't seem to come very often so more stuff piles up.You and young Mr David have again blessed me — when last Tuesday the two of you made a huge dent in getting my home organized and freshened up for spring!