I read this as “Now I know the vacuum’s crevice attachment very, very well” and thought, well, my my–who’s experimenting with common household appliances now? Cecil did a column once on old men and Dustbusters…
Ok, I need to go write some more. Nausea is gone. thank god. I think it might have been what I had for lunch.
Once upon a time, there lived on the Dope a retired mobster, who called themselves Big Daddy. This name consequently fit him to a T. Sometimes he pissed and moaned. At other times, he blustered incoherently! It made life complicated for all the other MMPers.
One day, Big Daddy went too far and actually exfoliated and detoxified and posted in prose. This got the mod’s agitated and aroused and made all the MMPers sleep with the fishes. The other MMPers were drunk. They decided to bake. They set up the oven and had everyone hide. This caused yeastly blasphemy amongst the other Dopers. They all exclaimed about the smell of the brownies in the MMP. The MMP became legendary throughout the interweb. The MMPers were blissfully unaware and just went about their business. Their chaos here was done!
Okay, so it’s not great, and I turned a few nouns into other things.
I’m saving my pee in a bright orange jug in the fridge. I’ve never had to do it before, and the kids are kinda squicked out about it. But at least they won’t be messing with it.
And at 8:45 in the morning I have 5-10 minutes to drink 10 ounces of glucose drink! Hooray! (Ok, not really.)
But I’ll have a better guesstimate for a due date tomorrow, so that’s something right?
The boy and I went shopping today. So many elder women thought he was the cutest. Mondays seem to be a good day to go shopping.
In case you’re waiting for my assessment, the brownies are tasty, but cake-y. I prefer chewy, gooey brownies. So if you like your brownies more cake-like, this is a good recipe.
It’s still rainy here, and my yard, front and back, is soooooooo green. I figure by the time we get back from FL, it’ll be hip-high!
That’s all I’ve got. It’s been a long day and I’m tired. It’ll be a melatonin night.
My contribution:
Once upon a time, there lived on the Dope a blue dresser, who called themselves OvalMirror. This name**, in a roundabout way, **fit him/her/it to a T. Sometimes s/he/it sparkled and shone. At other times, s/he/it giggled foggily! It made life complicated for all the other MMPers.
One day, OvalMirror went too far and actually sang and wrinkled and folded openly. This got the mod’s attention and blue and made all the MMPers sleepy early in the morning. The other MMPers were hungry. They decided to dance. They set up the kitchen and had everyone mop. This caused chaos amongst the other Dopers. They all exclaimed about the audacity of the cleaning in the MMP. The MMP became sensible throughout the interweb. The MMPers were competitive and just went about their business. Their radio here was done!
Going to find food, then back with more.
GT
Ya know, this explains SO much–especially since nothing I ran last night that elicited those nags was third party. Yes, Vista nags exclusively at Windows apps. I am shocked, SHOCKED I SAY, to hear that Windows apps are poorly written according to its own criteria. One wonders how the nag app works long enough or well enough to recognize scheisty code in some other portion of–hmm, it’s like the old story of a worm meeting another worm and vowing undying love, only to have the other worm reply “I’m your other end, dumbass!” Except that there’s no love here. Aaah, fuck Vista with a rusty melon baller!
I still like the laptop, though. I might even go so far as to go up to Office ‘07 because so far the ribbon don’t befront me none. Vista, though, is goin’ bye bye.
Oh yeah: CONGRATULATIONS, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
Rigs, do NOT be pregnant! SRSLY! Also, cute idea for thread, unfortunately head all dodgy from bizness today and unable to parse parts of speech. Try not to be TOO annoyed at me, pwease?! bats eyes, unsuccessfully attempting to be winning, grin too cheezy
reaches into the gutter
Here. I think you left your mind in there. 
Hmmm, tonight’s dinner is goldfish crackers? Turns out I’m not that hungry.
Spent nearly all day at the Cincinnati Flower Show. Very nice. The weather wasn’t great, but at least it didn’t rain. Working on getting pics uploaded.
Yay for mmmmms and mr. mmmmmmms!!!
I agree, brownies should be chewy. My brother and his kids bake brownies about 2/3 the recommended time to ensure that they come out chewy. Need to make taxi’s recipe.
Sleepy. Should go crawl into bed. I slept for about an hour on the bus home, too… Wandering around having a good time is hard work!!!
GT
brownies must not only be chewy, but still warm from the oven. Then and only then do they get my highest praise.
Wow, Mumpers are chatty!
Yay for your wedding mmmmm!
I bought brownies from the grocery store this morning. I was in desperate need of chocolate and not in any kind of mood to bake. See, ** L** broke up with me last night. She decided to stick just with her husband, the poly lifestyle was starting to burn her out. I suppose I ought to be flattered that I was the last of her few girlfriends and one boyfriend that she broke it off with. Small comfort.
I usually like Mad Libs, GT, but I don’t feel particularly inspired today. I may come up with something later in the week.
sorry about the break up, Wally (or had you said you didn’t like that nickname? how about florrie (from floral/flower)?)
:: hugs and chocolates for Flowers ::
Gossip Girl started again today - one of my guilty pleasures. I am a terrible person.
It would explain my nausea. I am NOT pregnant–tubes were tied many moons ago.
I have had to throw out most of my paper–which was crap, if I do say it myself. It is shaping up a bit better but I am fried from working on it and the annotated bib (I hate annotated bibs–I had to READ the articles-imagine that).
Off to bed soon. Will finish paper tomorrow and grocery shop. I was going to do that tonight but ran out of time. <sigh>
FCM–I no likee cakey brownies. You might as well eat cake!
Smartaleq–that smile was waaaay too cheesy.
[Eddie Izzard] Cake, please. [/EI]
I’m thinking of assigning grades to my students via a random number generator.
It would come out about the same, right? CAKE or DEATH? [sub]um, I choose cake[/sub].
Most of my students would probably get a better grade that way. Heh.
All this talk of brownies before bedtime makes the pregnant woman crave!
It’s too late to bake tonight though. It’s a school night after all.
And I’m drinking the frakking glucose in the morning, then tottling off to the doc. So no bakee in the morning either.
I’m going to celebrate with some Quizno’s Sammies though. Divine flatbread… I may be hungry enough to eat four of them too. Then come home and if there is any more talk of the brownies, I might have to bake some. If I do, I’m going to blame it all on you guys.
I’m only going to eat the edges anyhow.
And brownies must be chewy. It’s the law.
You make me afraid to write anything here, much less on facebook or emails. I see you with a pursed up mouth, red pen and a somber mood, sighing over my offerings with the resigned frustration of an unheeded prophet.
Or something.
So I got up at 430 this morning to get ready for my first day of work, that was to start with going to the airport at 6 A.M. to fly to Reno. All in all, not too bad. Everybody was really nice and just filled out the basic paperwork, watched some safety videos, went to lunch, got a demo of the timesheet/expense report software etc. Then, a return flight back to Vegas at 6 P.M. Got a tasty cheesebuger from In N Out, came home and took a shower. I have to get up early tomorrow too, as I have a day of field work ahead of me. No rest for the wicked, um, I mean weary 
Whoo Hoo I’m back to worK!!! yay!
ems, congrats on gettin’ hitched! So how does it feel?? ha ha. ( I hate that question- uh, feels the same as before, now we’re just all ‘legal’ ‘n’ shit :D)
I’ll have the chicken, then.
~*~
Here’s my take on the (m)ad lib op:
Once upon a time, there lived on the Dope a VunderBob, who called themselves blue sheep. This name moved boldly him to a T. Sometimes he ran and jumped and drove manically. At other times, he whistled loudly! He made life complicated for all the other MMPers.
One day, VunderBob went too far and actually talked and sang and crazily danced. This got the mod’s socks smelly and made all the MMPers meet and greet. The other MMPers were clapped. They decided to tapdance. They set up the pants and had everyone laugh. This caused a herd of cows amongst the other Dopers. They all exclaimed about the tree of the road in the MMP. The MMP became lush throughout the interweb. The MMPers were silly and just went about their business. Their fork here was done!
(I am really tired and feeling less than creative at the time being)
This reminds me of the good old days as a flight attendant on the breakfast service ex-Madras/Chennai to Muscat. I would ask my lovely economy/coach passengers, “Would you like the scrambled egg or the omelette for breakfast?” Nine times out of ten, I would get that peculiarly Indian head-wobble that is neither a nod nor a shake, followed by the prophetic utterance, “Chicken!” :smack: The first few times, I would ask them again, but after I kept getting the same response, I would just give them whichever was the least popular!
Okay, back to work …
I still have Teh Sick. Why won’t it go away?
Best wishes, mmmmmmms and Mr mmmmmmms! Don’t be too long with those pics, will you?
I think I need a cup of tea now, I’ve been at work for nearly 45mins, it’s just too long.