Good morning. It’s a warm and sunny day in Raleigh, shame I have to work tonight. Maggie left me a poop present by the front door. Thanks dog. We had some Candadian Geese in the apartmet yard, Maggie just stared at them till they flew off.
picu, cabbage is good food. Brussel sprouts are the dingleberries of Satan.
Tel, a threesome in the computer room? I love hot, sweaty geek sex tales!
Welcome home RoboRosie!!!
Hope you feel better LiLI and Mr Lisslar. I guess Tinyninjachef is getting to you.
Well, it wasn’t in the actual computer lab. Just the invitation was. This woman who sat at the computer beside me and talked to me while we used the computers told me she wanted to bring me home to her husband. So she did. No actual shenanigans went on in the lab, as said husband was not a student, and she and I wished to continue to be students.
Yeesh. Busy dang morning. took 12 calls in the first half hour already and had to run 7 invoices. And my cow-orker isn’t in yet as he said he’d be a bit late today. I assumed that meant he was catching a ride with another cow-orker like he did yesterday morning, but that cow-orker just arrived solo. I hope he’s not sitting at home wondering where the hell his ride is…
I may have figured out what that flower outside was too. I think they’re young dwarf snapdragons that haven’t yet closed their “mouths.” I like snapdragons.
BioRosie - Welcome home! Bet it feels good to get outta that that place and back to your feline overlord.
LiLi - If you clean the kitchen and bathroom, Swampy will perform Vivaldi’s Four Seasons on a mouth harp.
With his toes.
Picu - Oh, no. No. Brussels Sprouts are not just tiny cabbages. I like cabbage. Boiled and slathered in butter – yum! Brussels Sprouts though … they’re like the Kopi Luwak of vegetables, except they’ve been digested and passed through Satan’s sphincter, only to be consumed and passed again by his dog.
I log on this morning expecting nice discussion about what everyone’s up to today, and what do I get? Dirty meatloaf and threesomes in the computer lab!
:eek: :eek:
So much for the MMP staying PG this week…
When you get done mopping your floors, will you do mine, please, LiLi?
And welcome home to your feline therapist, BioRosie! Emily can train Smokey if you need – she was a most excellent therapist for me! When I needed to hold my leg straight for 20 minutes with weight on it, she was always happy to oblige and help me get the proper extension – and it’s amazing how much purring helps the time pass! So give Smokey lots of hugs and cuddles and I know he’ll be SOOOO happy to have you home again!
I was a very, very bad girl and bought me some purty yarn off eBay yesterday to try (scroll down for the bigger photo of the lot I bought). This seller has all kinds of purty yarn, so we shall see what the quality is like. I figure this’ll make a good felted bag or two, if all else fails, and if the quality is good then maybe I’ll try something else. Like a triangle entrelac shawl or something. I’m currently on an entrelac phase.
I guess I should go back to work. Yesterday’s deadline job did not get done yesterday because these people talk too damn fast, and I just couldn’t keep up with them. Not that it’s not interesting because the witness is blowing the lid off a whole bunch of illegal shenanigans, but lordy, that man can talk fast! So anyway, I’ll have a fun day again. At least it’s another warm, pretty day.
Heh. It wasn’t one of the happy poly stories that certain Dopers have to tell, though. They wanted me to move in with them, but I declined. They were weird people and their marriage was already messed up enough without taking their extracurricular activities into account.
That’s all I will say, deferring to everyone’s sensibilities, and retreating back into my usual obscurity.
Yikes. Your life sounds much more exciting than mine. :eek:
Li-Li, I’ve decided there is such a thing as too much excitement, and that might be it. I’ll still hold your hair back for you, in good ol’ college-buddy style.
My life only has brief periods of excitement. You put all my stories together and it seems interesting until you realize the gaps of time between the happenings. The most exciting thing that has happened to me in years was getting the wireless stuff. (Good thing MOTM doesn’t read this! )
I’d let you hold mine back, but I ain’t got none…
Ooh ooh ooh! I haven’t mentioned this yet, but my fire chief is getting married June 9th. When Southern Baptists are buying kegs, you betcha I’m going to the event and I intend to get shit-faced.
When you decide that you’re too ill to be at work and you go home in the hope of a quiet afternoon of snoozing, the last thing you want is to wake up and find that a cat has brought you a ‘present’.
Having seen said present and mentally made the connection of “dead creature” and “must dispose of”…you don’t really want the aforementioned moggy to pick up said dead creature and run off with it. And hide it.
So now instead of resting my sick self, I have to hunt round the house for Shadow’s dead bird. And get rid of it.
DB, they are Canada geese, not Canadian geese. One of my best friends is Canadian and I have a number of hockey players as acquaintances, so I have had that mistake pointed out to me on more than one occasion.
I like Brussels Sprouts so ya’ll can just send them to me. A friend of mine gave a me a recipe for roasting them that sounds very yummy but I haven’t tried them that way yet. The trick when cooking them is to make sure they are done without overcooking them. They are not very good overcooked.
We saw the cutest thing Sunday – a family of Canada geese crossing the road, one parent in front, head held high, then five goslings, then the other parent behind, head down and shooing the goslings to make sure they behaved themselves. It was so insanely cute we could hardly stand it!
I like Brussel sprouts, too, SCL. They’re just yummy when they’re fixed properly, aren’t they? With their tender little teensy baby cabbage hearts, but definitely not overcooked. They turn to mush when overcooked.
Welcome home, rosie!! Hope your knees are feeling ok and you can manage to get around well enough.
There’re lots of little baby Canada geese here too. This is the only time they’re (the geese) are cute. Once they stop being babies, they’re annoying. But the little fuzz butts are adorable.
We also have two ducks who want to swim in the pool at our apt complex. Except that they just took the cover off the pool and drained it to do some construction of some sort. So the ducks keep landing on the edge and looking forlornly at the empty pool.
Well, I now have a forecasting text book. So hopefully I can make some actual progress on the forecast. Why oh why didn’t I say I was way too busy to take this on? I know how awful the forecast process is. I have to remember next time not to make eye contact with my boss when he’s looking for volunteers to work on this. The problem is that everyone else has already taken a stab at it and for this piece we’re always off by like 60%. So I suppose the 20-40% error I’m getting is an improvement. At least I can’t make it worse than the status quo. But it’s still a sucky task.
All this talk of actually eating, much less being in the same room as, brussels sprouts is oogying me!
Bobbio are the SBers askin’ you to go pick up the kegs? I have actually been asked to go do adult beverage shoppin’ for SBers. They’ll drink it, just won’t go to the liquor store to buy it. Maybe they’re afraid they’ll run into their Pastor there. :rolleyes: Course us Whiskypalians will talk to each other in the liquor sto and then go home and talk about that awful rotgut ol’ so and so was buyin’.
Puggy it’s pronounced Boo-kay. It’s of French extraction. Much more suitable for an executive type, don’t you know.
I always heard it said that Baptists have an unspoken agreement not to acknowledge each other in the liquor store, instead of just not going. Of course, since I’m in Louisiana, you don’t even need to go to an actual liquor store–you can pick up the booze with your groceries.
Sorry, WetlandUrsine, I’m not on the planning committee for the wedding, so I don’t know who’s actually getting the keg. The bride came up with the idea of getting married in the station, and riding off on one of the engines when it’s over. She’s a wild one…
I haven’t tied one on in many, many years, and I know I’ll be a lightweight. In college, I was a varsity drunk. Any more, a week of heavy drinking for me is defined as taking communion on Sunday.
