I am hurt that you can’t face us sober.
(however, I have no complaints about nudity) One weird thing about me is that I’m actually more quiet and inhibited when I’m drunk than when I’m sober. So, me drunk would just be me not posting at all.
Who says I’m not?
Am I the only one who keeps reading the thread title as “A Brief History of Random”? I’ll read it once and think “that can’t be right,” then “Oh, yeah, Ratdom.” Rinse, repeat.
No, really, I’m getting back to the laundry. Now. Honest.
GT
Don’t you want me, baby
Don’t you want me, oh
Sorry. I was reading something about a quiz on '80s songs, and now I have that stuck in my head.
Cite? 
Tel, I’m the exact opposite - I get very affectionate when I get drunk and hug whoever happens to be standing next to me. I also get quite verbose.
Upon reflection, I’ve decided that posting in pjs does not necessarily have to be boring, depending on the pjs. 
Cite, or I call shenanigans.
GT - They appear to be wild-growing on the general grassy area between our building and the one next door. (There are no gardens of any sort on our street, which is pretty much industrial with some retail thrown in here and there.) If they’re weeds, they’re purdy weeds, but they don’t look like ground ivy – or at least not quite like that. Those seem to be green leaves in and amongst the little flowers. These had the leaves lower down and the cluster of flowers above. I’ll have to take a picture tomorrow morning.
puggy - They look too big – but again, it’s too early to tell, being that they’re roughly grass-sized.
PoochServant - Well, I’m not above the easy snerks, so I’ll take the responsibility. 
Okee, I need to hit the sack. Work again in the morning. Long weekend this weekend though!
Most of my friends are like that. It’s hilarious to drink with them. I do dance when I drink. That’s the only inhibition of mine that I lose when I drink. I am sure that a very quiet, smiling, badly dancing drunk girl is amusing for spectators. Now that I think of it, I do have one episode of drinking that occurred at a wedding reception where I did some bad things that involved a groomsman and removal of pantyhose.
:eek: I would read a novel with that opening sentence.
Mindfield, my drunken posts are my cite. 
I’ll have to leave the rest of my claim up to your imagination, unfortunately.
Happy almost Tuesday y’all. Looooooong day today.
That was a good, if a bit sad, OP Sage Rat. I’m one of those folks who can’t seem to sleep well either. I basically catnap all night long. Sleep for half an hour, then wake up for two. It’s highly frustrating.
Now that I’m (slightly) older, it’s beginning to affect me during my waking hours. When I was younger, it wasn’t a big deal.
Rosie! I’m so glad you finally get to go home.
I saw cherries from California at the grocery store Saturday. Six freakin’ dollars a pound. Um, I love cherries, but not that much!
canine servant, I pfffffft at your gas prices. I wish ours was still under $3.00 a gallon. We’re paying $3.40 at the Safeway right now. Their prices are generally a little lower than everyone else. There are some places charging $3 FREAKIN’ 70 a gallon. Bastards. I hope all those oil CEOs drown in in BIIIIIIIG oil vats. Well, that’s a tad bit much, I guess. I don’t want them to DROWN per se, but I want them to experience extreme discomfort. How’s that?
Well, maybe I’ll watch a little of the boob tube now.
Yay for going home, RoboRosie - Smokey will be so pleased to see you. Cats make by far the best nurses, I had Ophelia looking after me all day on Sunday and then Shadow took over at bedtime and came up to chase my toes under the duvet. Didn’t help that he tried to bite them, but he’s just a baby, he’ll learn.
I am at work and drinking lots of water today for my poorly sore throat. That’s what too much coughing does for you. I’ve told my boss if I feel any worse during the day, I will go home. So there!
Swampy, sorry to hear about your booboos although I’m sure that’s really verging on TMI when you get to the personalised treatment stage…
Hugs and whatevers as appropriate (or inappropriate, if you prefer) to everyone else!
I feel nauseous. I could throw up on you. That would be exciting and TMI, all at once!
Mr. Lissar was feeling yucky last night. When I pulled myself out of bed half an hour ago he was there. I therefore conclude that he is taking a sick day, and will be [DEL]underfoot[/DEL] here for me to coddle all day. If he’s not incapacitated he will be assigned a couple of chores. I’m mean, but I do make homemade chicken soup.
I figured, ok yesterday, being Monday, I sort of expected it to kick my butt all day. I came in today, flipped open the laptop, opened Outlook and… :eek:
Today will too.
So, yes hugs, leers (you know who you are), grins and most especially, a big YAY for the BioRosie and Smokey reunion!
Glad to hear you’ll be home soon Rosie!!
Allergy Season marches on here, with the attractive peeling nose the main highlight of today. Ah choo. I fear it’s going to be a long month. For years I took allergy shots once a week year round in order to avoid a month of misery; long ago I concluded the month of misery was easier than hauling myself in for a weekly shot. Plus the shots never increased in dosage since I always had a horrible reaction, so who knows if they even did any good.
But anyway, it’s annoying that the allergies come right when I want to plant all my flowers. I can’t tell you the number of years I sneezed outdoors for hours while trying to plant, smearing dirt and snot all over my face. :eek: 
Mizzereee I tells ya. But in a weird way, I’m so used to it, and it’s so familiar I almost don’t suffer as much, now, as I used to.
Not much else interesting going on with me. Of course my life is a rollercoaster with all the kids’ activities and homework and general mayhem that comes with a house full of darling kiddoes. Yesterday’s highlight was the middle school band concert, where they played music from Pirates of the Caribbean. Right good, poppet!
Tel you could post from your front yard or porch and report on what the neighbor’s are doin’. That could be fun. How bout postin’ from the bathroom sink? Use your imagination.
Ok, so I put antibiotic gunk on my knees this mornin’ without bandages. At first it was just ewww cause it was all white and gunky lookin’. Now it’s dried and looks better. So, I’m takin’ the medical advice of a nurse and goin’ bandageless. Oh, and I’ve already been checked on by phone to make sure I did it. And, I did tell ol’ y’all know who that he did deserve to have to eat boiled hawg liver and brussels sprouts for gigglin’ at me but the TLC has redeemed him enough that he’s gettin’ meatloaf. I got a “woohoo” when I said meatloaf.
I need to motivate and job search. Thus, motivate and search I shall. Later Y’all!
Mornin’, all y’all.
I had fire training last night, and had a strange experience. I was tapped to learn how to set up the pumper and operate it. So, we haul out to the courthouse parking lot to water the trees.
We got everything set up, but had some difficulties. The distance was 3 feet too far to use the standard 5" hose to sulppy the ladder truck, and we had a delay while we pulled a longer one off the back of the pump. The drop tank (imagine a portable above ground swimming pool) was upside down and pointed the wrong way, but we got lucky there and re-oriented it before we started filling.
The big surprise was in the middle of the exercise, we got a real call for a barn on fire. I never saw equipment torn down so fast… The pissers were: 1) the ‘barn’ was in actuality a 9X12 garden shed; 2) it was a mutual aid call, and Hooterville (NC) had it out with a single hose in 10 minutes, before anyone from Mayberry got there; and 3) it was arson, a matter in a long-standing grudgefest between two frequent fliers with the sheriff’s department.
Caffeine hasn’t helped today. Carry on…
Someone motivate me to start scrubbing the kitchen and the bathroom. C’mon.
When you get there…
Welcome home, Mechanical Thorn Flower!
ETA:
::Kicks LiLi in da butt::
I will see where I can pick up the signal. We don’t have a very big house. What was funny to me was that the signal was better in the kitchen, farther away from the router, than in my room, closer to the router.
And maybe he thought you meant a different kind of meatloaf.
**Hank, ** I would tell that story, but I think I’ve told it here before. Maybe I haven’t told the one about the time I was picked up for a threesome in the computer lab, though.
Wait, aren’t brussel sprouts just tiny cabbages? If he likes cabbage, why not brussel sprouts? I think they’re both icky, so I’m no judge.
When we were in Leavenworth, Hubby ate sauerkraut :eek: right in front of me!
Anyway, glad your booboo is better.
Welcome Home, Rosie
Brussels Sprouts, AKA fart blossoms are the most foul, putrid, alleged food substance ever to be foisted off on humankind as edible. :eek:
Tel you made meatloaf sound dirty. Sniff I’m so proud!