This week’s MMP will be all about lists, until such time as it’s all about something else. For example: What’s musical and helpful in a grocery store?
… a Chopin Liszt. So your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write at least one list this week. About anything. Funny, not funny. Five items, ten items, 3.14159 items. Whatever your list-writing heart desires. I will get the ball rolling with this one …
Top Ten Signs You’re Reading an MMP
10) You see people welcoming their feline overlords.
9) That’s not a tornado, it’s FCM in a whirlwind of activity.
8) Hangovers and birthdays mean large, brightly colored text.
7) Haze makes a drunken post confessing her love for everyone.
6) At least once a week, someone greets a mysterious missing Scout. What government this person is a scout for has yet to be determined.
5) Fortune cookie sayings are the dinner bell for snerksters.
4) Swampbear is doing something nekkid.
3) There are awful puns just spattering all over the place.
2) The drive-by rate is surpassed only by Los Angeles.
01 Alfie
02 Jenny Lewis
03 Great Big Sea
04 Andrew Bird
05 Niyaz
06 Ulrich Schnauss
07 The New Pornographers
08 DJ Cheb i Sabbah
09 Vas
10 Thievery Corporation
Bread. I’m not even a bread person but dammit they sell some yummy bread here (insert that Tirol one into CD drive for the bread people to try)
You can go lots of places by train.
It’s halfway between a French supermarket selling all those nice patés and saucissons and an Italian one selling lots of food that’s not “for export” (i.e., it’s chosen for taste and not looks).
They sell Spanish olive oil. Greek and Italian and French too but hey, I can root for the home team for the same price, right?
Good Monday Morning! Been thinking about my list and this is about the best I could come up with, considering I’m not sufficiently caffienated yet:
Things to like about Monday
Only 4 more days until the weekend!
Wildfire will be on tonight!
It’s the Monday Morning Post!
Back to work! whoops, that doesn’t belong on this list.
Only 4 more days …
My daughter and I like to do the mini-jokes in the Mini-Page (kids insert in the Sunday comics section); warning, they’re quite corny! Here’s a sample:
Sarah: What occurs when a cow shivers?
Jill: Milkshakes!
Fran: What is a cow without a map?
Bryon: Udderly lost!
[ol]
[li]You, know, I think we could probably communicate in lists all week.[/li][li]Of course, they might be paragraphs disguised as lists, but…[/li][li]I have 1/2 a coffee in me and I think it’s working.[/li][li]I guess I should think about getting ready for work.[/li][/ol]
Harumph (The obligatory gruff snort of contempt for Monday morning following DST)
B. I lost my stud earring, so I gotta get a new one. I think I’ll get a ruby.
I suck at itemizing stuff.
There’s 2 very fat (meaning they’re pregnant) feral cats running around the VunderLair.
It’s bill paying day. Bye-bye paycheck…
All of the green in my yard comes from the weeds, except for the grass over my septic tank.
I saw robins today for the first time this year. C’mon, Spring!
DaNephew’s birthday is coming soon, so I need to get a card and a gift certificate.
While I’m in a generous mood, I might buy QD some undies, and Swampy some clothes…
1- coffee*
2 - kitty nuzzles and purrs
3 - coffee*
4 - cold water on my face
5 - coffee*
6 - a cool song on the car radio on the way to work
7 - coffee*
8 - toasted buttered mini bagel
9 - coffee*
all coffee consumed at once, at work, but the thought of that coffee keeps me going til I actually have it.
Hmmm…lists. Okay, a list of Monday Morning Observations:
My hatred for my job is reaffirmed, as it is every Monday morning.
I didn’t get all my housework done over the weekend.
I need to make a list for grocery shopping tonight.
The art show I attended was anything but. More like an unimaginative factory-process Kraft Krap-o-rama. The high point was the 1/2 lb. of fudge I purchased.
I need to get some quotes on a new driveway. The puddle on the way to the mailbox is wider than I can leap anymore.
I am reminded by Achren that Alfie is, indeed, one of my favorite songs. I shall amble over to the stereo and queue it up some time today.
A pork roast supreme is one of the only foods I care for in leftover form.
The she-hog behind me on the way to work today who gave me the finger because I refused to drive over the truck in front of me.
The paper pusher in Honduras who developed the RFP that I must assemble, copy eight times, take to Kinkos for spiral binding, and then express mail for a 10 AM Thursday deadline. And it’s all in espanol. Me no habla espanol.
That fricking politician who decided extending DST was a good idea. Stoopit! It’s like cutting a foot off the bottom of a blanket and sewing it to the top. :smack:
My cow-orker, just cause she’s pissing me off this morning.
Fun things:
Lil Lestat[sup]TM[/sup] got a Weimeraner puppy. She is very cute.
Seriously. Being woken up every 5 minutes by the alarm is really getting old. Just. Get. Up.
Have a smoke while I groggily check the spam box, then the Dope.
Tame my hair, because while I could probably pull off the Bed Head if I were an 6nime character, my more mundane, office-drone self would just draw attention. Not he good kind, either.
Gather my geek tech (phone, PDA, iPod, etc.), lunch stuff, and then leave.
Take bus to work.
Get off at normal stop, go to supermarket that’s there.
Buy some kind of fruit, maybe a treat, and definitely a coffee.