Trade you them for our crop of snotty, obnoxious teenage wannabe gangstas.
I wonder what time the laundromat opens.
I thought the upstate New York bars were up in Saratoga Springs. And why do people need to pass an exam to go to them?
If you are going to throw pies at me, make sure there is no coconut in them. I don’t like coconuts.
And I agree about the egg puns. If you think of anymore, just beat it.
I dislike Tuesdays. And I’m quite tired.
I’ll see your lawyer and rasie you a bus driver.
SCL, I want a produce drawer. I see them, and they’re so cool. And a potato box.
That glaze/jam sounds yummy, drop some my way, 'k?
I need coffee before I can go on here.
Aw, jeeze!! Will you young whippersnappers just quiet down there??? Somma us older folks is tryin to nap. 
drae, I am tired too…mainly because a certain mutt who shall remain nameless Jade decided she needed to potty at about 3:30 Aye fricken fracken yem this morning.
bobbio, you didn’t do much last night? 
Ooookay…
I truly wish I could say it’s hotter than hades here but I can’t. How the heck should I know when this office building is reminiscent of the last ice age. If the folks in CA are having rolling blackouts, I suspect it’s directly attributable to the squandering of electricity here. :mad:
Well, gotta go clean up the fallout from yesterday’s party with the Jinxed One.
Tupug
Oh, hell, thanks for reminding me. The track opens tomorrow. Nothing is going to get done around here until September. And the hats. Good God, the hats.
We have plenty of bars in Albany, because we also have plenty of politicians and judges and whatnot. Most of them are going to be clogged up with wannabe lawyers whining and crying for the next couple of days, so I’m just going home.
The weather outside and the office temp are both actually quite pleasant today - I suspect something horrible is going to happen to balance that out
Something bad just happened to me. I don’t want to get into details. It’s a bit too much information to share on a message board. But I am rather stressed about it. It’s at least partly my fault, too. Remarkably the SO is taking it better than me while I am kind of on edge and feeling all nervous and anxious.
I just wanted to share at least the feeling. I feel totally jumpy now and unhappy. 
Ugh.
{{{{{Anaamika}}}}}
Whatever it is, I hope it sorts itself out soon
Mika, hope you’re feeling better and get it all worked out soon. Take good care of yourself!
Hugs and good thoughts to you, Mika. And as always, let us know if we can help!
If I can help shoot me an email or give me a call. I’m here, and I’m in the book.
{{{{Mika}}}}
Standing by…
Thanks, guys. It’s probably silly not to tell. Maybe when I feel a little better about it all or at least have some of it resolved I’ll come in and share. Right now I feel all ashamed.
If it’s something silly like your panties falling off while you were walking down the street, we gotta know right now. Otherwise, we’re available when you’re ready.
If it’s something serious, we’ll probably even suspend the snarkiness for a bit…
Well, for amusement, I just discovered what I’ll be doing for my birthday this year, if I have anything to say about it: Evil Dead: The Musical.
Numbers include “Hail to the King,” “All The Men In My Life Keep Getting Killed By Candarian Demons,” and “What the %$#& Was That?”
Telecharge says that before you buy your tickets, you should be aware that the first two rows are the splatter zone, and dress accordingly. I’m very excited. And I’m totally sitting in the front row, if I can.
splatter zone? in a musical? Is Gallagher in it? :dubious: If there’s a platter zone, bring a poncho, a plastic tarp (to see thru) and an umbrella, just in case.
Of course there’s a splatter zone–it’s demons, zombies, and chainsaws. The funnest part will be the looks we get on the bus ride home. 
mika, awwwwwww, don’t be down on yourself. Shite happens and nobody’s immune.
Mornin’.
It’s a small world! Last night my son called and asked us to help him move a couch and a loveseat from his friend’s house to my son’s apartment.
We get into the neighborhood, and Mr Rebo says, “Hey! My niece lives around here.” Turns out to be right next door! And niece was just getting into her car to go to dinner. We chatted for a minute, then got the furniture and went back to the apartment.
What a weird coincidence!