Ah, a Fawlty Towers reference…quite possibly the funniest show ever.
Well…fuck, when’s the webcast? It could be interesting. Definitely more interesting than school.
It depends, Draelin , are you an Overlord yet? I’ve got no qualms about being drawn to an un-oogied source, but (hushes voice) I’m workin for an OVERLORD, here!
by the way, a metric shit ton is equivalent to about 4 heaping assfulls, and roughly 54.3 quantities of packed vole rectum.
By the wayDraelin , you’ve got 6 years on me.
you know…FYI and all that nonsense
Ashes, that really does suck. Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better, at least.
Least Original, all is forgiven. Do you happen to live near a Trader Joe’s? I take penance-gifts in the form of Triple Ginger Snaps.
Basil is a condiment? Basil is an herb!
Baking bread today and then Firefly tonight. I’m trying to decide how much to bake. This is fun.
Argh! People with colds should not be allowed to come to work. We should be able to quarentine them! One woman is here today and sneezing, coughing, and hacking all over everything. GAH! Make her stop! I’ve been sick once this year - thanks to other people in my office - and I don’t want it to happen again. There need to be rules on this stuff!
Loune’s got mail! Hey, you asked for the link after all.
L[sup]2[/sup] why would you bake a firefly? Must it only be done at night? They’re kinda small so wouldn’t you need like a big pan full of baked fireflies? Besides, isn’t it a little early in the year for fireflies? Or do you stock up when they’re in season for year round baking? Is baked firefly good? Am I in a silly mood? Why do you ask? 
the answer is more. Always bake more.
::looks around cubies for taxi:: I thought you were a few hundred miles away from me…
Well, I’ve got something going on today at 3 to. Talk about coincidence. Or is it like that thing when women that hang out together start having the same cycle? If you hang out too long in the MMP, your schedules start to sync?
Anyway, my 3 thing is fairly important, but not something I want to say what it is until it’s all over. Think positive thoughts for me!
Susan
Positive thoughts and crossed fingers (man is it ever hard to type like that!) for s_f.
Loune likes Fawlty Towers (Twatty Flowers). There’s hope for ya yet young man.
Good luck with whatever it is, Susan. Of course, now you realize we’re all dying to know.
I’m feeling icky and pained. It seems to improve and even disappear for a while if I am not bent at the waist. I spent an hour standing (thank heavens I wore comfy shoes today), and now I’ve got my butt on the edge of the seat, slumped back in a semi-reclined position, which makes it kind of hard to work. In addition, I took a Xanax when the pain started spiking just so I wouldn’t freak out and tense up, and what with the position I’m lying in, it’s making me wicked sleepy. 
I have figured out the reason, though–On Sunday, I was ouchy. Today, I’m ouchy. The only things I did in common on those days? Shave my legs in the shower. Or maybe it’s just the very act of wearing a skirt at all. 
Good morning one and all!
**Susan, ** best of luck to you on your three o’clock thingy.
Ashes! I’m so glad you stopped in. I’m sorry to hear about your new car. I hope the insurance and all related issues work out. I swear, whenever one gets a new car, it’s like there’s a big target or big sign on it, that states, “Hit me! I’m new!”. That’s what happened to me six months after I got my Explorer.
Oh, on the “sickies” in the office issue. I have been listening to a guy snuffle, snort, make LOUD wiping his wrist or the back of his hand across his nose and snort at the same time, and all manner of such noises since OCTOBER. It is driving me batshit! You’d THINK he’d find out what the hell is wrong with him, but NOOOOOOOO, he doesn’t. Aaaaagh! It’s gross.
I loved Fawlty Towers . Basil was a complete crack up.
Drae, I hope you get to feeling better soon, and you too FCM.
I wonder if our beloved **Bumba ** is going to drop in and say hello…
SO I finally got the inventory finished, up, and I got an excellent compliment from my boss. She said:
“This is wrong. You don’t put the surplussed equipment on the same sheet as the lost equipment.”
I know that doesn’t sound like a compliment, but when you’ve got a boss who will criticize your font choices, only one bitchy complaint is actually a compliment.
Nothing can bug me now anyway, it’s my birthday tomorrow, so I’m talking the day off. I figure that if I gotta get older, I might as well do it in style.
Well, let me be the first to say, early even:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
<ahem> Clearing Throat <ahem>
**
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY DEEAAARRR WEEELLLBBBYYY!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
**
ok - guess I’ll be second
Happy Birthday Welby
rats. 3rd.
Oh, and, re my niece-in-law, they went back to the hospital last night around 11pm, and as of 12:30 today she’s had her epidural; the baby should be here in the next few hours.
Heh. Look at me, wandering into the MMP on Wednesday, fer cryin’ out loud. Hope everyone’s goin’ great!
You’re in Toronto, I’m in school in Buffalo. I SUPPOSE I’d be close, but I couldn’t, for the life of me, tell you where one might be.
SmithWife & I took Cinderella and Bam Bam to the Museum on Saturday, and visited the butterfly room. I was trying to coax a butterfly onto my hand so my son could take a closer look, but the attendant intervened: “Excuse me, sir. Please do no touch the butterflies.” To which I replied *“Sorry about that. I was just going to catch it and feed it to my son. Circle of life. You know?” *
He was not amused, but I thought it was pretty funny. Um, SmithWife didn’t think it was all that witty, either. Oh well.
Beloved? Aw shucks Ma’am. 
I love you too. In a platonic kind of way. (wouldn’t want Mr. Taters mad at me.)
I haven’t been feeling too cheerful lately. See, one of our very good friends died of lung cancer last week. This has been happening altogether too much in the last few years and I want it to stop! Right Now!
I’m also still having trouble with my new meds, so all-in-all, I’m a tad peckish. Not good company. Sorry.
Happy Birthday, Welby!!!
Hey, I can shout across the lake at you! That’s cool. No one else in the MMP lives remotely near me.
Foccacia, whole wheat, oatmeal and honey, a big pan of baked fireflies, and egg bread. I think it’ll add up to six or seven loaves at least. Tonight I’ll make more danish dough and fill it with strawbery jam and bake it on Friday.
I can just imagine how happy Mr. Lissar would be if I melted our precious Firefly dvds. I would be in big, big trouble.
I should tidy the linen-closet-shelves, but I don’t feel like it. Maybe I’ll go through my closet instead.
Or maybe I’ll read until the bread is done rising.