Morning all!
My son is off to the big city to see Spamalot today-- wheee! He will enjoy this a lot!
I’m pretty sure I embarrassed myself last evening here in the MMP, but can’t figure out how! I think I’m going to need to let this one go… 
Swampy- pig latin? Amateurs. Can you do ubby dubby? 
So, does anyone else think Pig Latin is hard to read? And is anyone else having the thought that Pig Latin is a really politically incorrect name and wondering where it came from?
I am shocked (shocked! I tells ya) that you would allow your sister to influence you in such a manner, swampy! Did I mention shocked?
So…do the students notice that you’re a zombie, Haze?
I think I forgot to mention how impressive the work on the kids’ apartment looked, FCM. Very cool!
How was the wedding, Taters?
::waves at Roo::
Didn’t sleep enough, but I’m getting up to start working on the room again. I’m hoping I can have everything patched and washed before church. (I discovered a couple more spots that need patching while I was sanding…)
Happy Sunday morning!
GT
Good Mornin’ Y’all!!!
The closest I came to kissin’ a cowboy was JoeDawg’s daddy who was wearin’ his cowboy hat. We discussed runnin’ away to Las Vegas but just for a weekend.
Sis and BIL are on their way back home. 
They rode their motorcycles down and thus wanted to go back before it got to unogly hot. I can’t blame 'em for that but still… I didn’t want my sissie to leave!
Oh and yes indeed I do…
HAVE A HANGOVER!!!
Tequila is pure evil.
I confess that I have not read everything that was posted yesterday. I will go back and check it all out later.
Up, caffeinated, and off to be deheathenated.
Everybody keep it down, the bear has a hangover!
Haze, if you’re a zombie, did you eat their brains? Were ther any to eat?
Roo, of course, I’m 99[sup]44/100[/sup] [del]im[/del]pure.
I might join you in the darkened, cool poorly-head corner, Swampy. We went to a friend’s surprise 40th birthday party last night, I was home just after midnight and sober as a judge 'cos I was driving. So I thought I’d have a drink. Which became several as 'im indoors decided it would be a good time for a talk - not easy when one of us is sober and the other’s already three sheets to the wind!
I have to say, fennel vodka is evil. It’s the devil’s bathwater, indeed. Actually it was very nice and went down far too well…but this morning my head definitely used the word ‘evil’. I bought the stuff a couple of years ago on a trip to St Petersburg - picked up three bottles of vodka, one was mint, one was honey and chilli, and this one was a mystery because I couldn’t read the Cyrillic script on the bottle and didn’t recognise the illustrated flower on it.
Turns out it was fennel. Evil, it is. Evil. Did I mention the utter evilness of that vodka? I think I’ll have some more later!
**GOOD MORNING, SWAMPIE!!!
I ALREADY KNOW HOW YOUR HAID IS DOING TODAY, SO I’S YELLIN’ EXTREE LOUD!!!**
It’s hot already, and the smoke from the swamp (N. O. S.) fires is back. Cristobal is supposed to make it rain. I hope so.
I’ve loaded the dishmasher and started the laundry. Made a big batch of biscuits and gravy, and took half over to Fred and Scott.
With all this excitement before 9 AM, I think I’ll go back to bed. Sunday IS the day of rest, after all.
I’m up and the steel cut oats are a-boilin’. Weird dreams last night, but funny good ones–in one, I took #1 son to get his driver’s license in a vintage red MG. (I wish!). It was interesting–I kept getting knocked onto the hood of the car with his driving (physics has no meaning in my dreams)…there was a bridge up for a boat to pass through, a small toy car with cartoon people in it and lots of other quirky details I won’t bore you with. I can only hope the RL test goes much better.
Rained most of last night–thank og. We got about 1+ inches yesterday; don’t know how much today.
I am thinking of going to see Mama Mia at the matinee. Anyone want to come along? I never got to see the theater production.
BooFae–and here I thought vodka gave the “cleanest” drunk of all the hard liquors. Just goes to show you.
AARRGGHH! MY EYES!!!
Swampy’s not the only one with an aching head. And I come in here and get my eyes seared.
Mr Rebo and I went on a date last night. We even danced!
OK - I’m gonna catch up now.
HOW’S THE HEADS, DRUNKARDS?
We’re getting bands of tropical storm out here. Finally. Maybe we’ll get lucky and have a hurricane come through and break the drought.
leave the poor drunken bear alone. His sissy’s in town!
weird dreamage
all I remember is that I was back in college but as I am now (old and broken) and the theatre department was doing The Producers. So I asked if I could be one of the Old Ladies, but realized the rehearsal schedule would be tough for me since I was commuting the 110 miles (from home to school) each way every day. Then as I was packing up my stuff to go home, I noticed someone had stolen my luch (which was some grapes and a little container of pineapple pieces) but she brought them back because she realized she hated fruit.
Then a little gopher/guinea pig crawled out of a hole in the wall so I hit it with my crutch (filthy vermin was after my fruit) and kicked it into the music room.
Then I woke up.
Now it’s getting too warm in here, so I am going ot go wilt in front of the TV for a while
laterz
I’m not sure I want to post following rosie’s bizarro trek thru dreamland… :eek:
The girls are back at camp - daughter forgot her pillows so SIL is taking them up to her later today. It’d be cheaper for her to go to KMart and buy a couple of cheap pillows.
We’ve put up most of the ceiling in the bedroom already. Once SIL goes to work, we’ll start putting up wall panels. I may even be able to start mudding. We’ll see how the energy goes.
Break time over - back to work!! <cracks whip>
Shhh. Not so loud.
Now, there’s a good question. Unfortunately, their parents pay my salary, and I think if I sent them home with half their heads gnawed off it might be noticed. Plus we have CCTV cameras in all our classrooms.
I was on the subway today and the two idiots in front of me were talking loudly, in English, about the girls sitting across from them and how great it was that no one in the subway car could understand English. :rolleyes: I was tempted to say something but they were drunk and I didn’t want to risk a scene, so I bit my tongue and simply glared. I don’t think they noticed, the jerks.
Have another early afternoon meeting tomorrow, ugh. Fortunately I’ve decided to use my spare time (between the meeting and my 7pm class) to stop by a local massage place. For research. 
Success! Too TMI for Master Ribald?!
That’s gotta be at least 3 points from the back court. Score!
Hey, hey. . .don’t speak for me! 
And why would that be? Them’s good eats.
Ah, finally. Some critters take longer to teach than others.
:waving back at Lunch:
Just once?! Join the club. 
Good luck with that!
Nah, she’s gone already. Drunkard Bear is fair game again. Let the games begin!
ETA:
Curious. But afraid to ask.
Hazel–I think that you need to research ALL aspects of the spa treatments. This is for your MOTHER–this is not something you want to mess up. You might even need to go back and re-evaluate several times.
Daughter is going to the movie with me. Popcorn or no popcorn? Hmmm…
rigs - I love popcorn at movies but I always end up eating too much of it and feeling ill afterwards.
Roo, I was thinking of taking my mom to the spa for her birthday. So I’m looking for a spa [del]with hot naked men[/del] that’s not tooooooo expensive but I’m willing to spend a fair amount for atmosphere and quality.
OMG I just watched this clip - the humor is pretty black and includes terrorists and suicide bombers, but if that’s your thing you should definitely watch:
I knew that part. So I guess it’s a language/culture thing. In certain places, a Korean bar means something. And I wondered if a Korean massage parlor had that same meaning. But then if you were taking your mom there, the images just got too weird to contemplate. So maybe they have different meanings when you’re actually in Korea.
I’ll just politely ask. . . quality of what?
Oh HAHAHahahha. . . yeah, there are massage parlors and then there are “massage parlors.” The difference is clearer when it’s in Korean, I suppose.
Quality of service and the massage itself, I guess. Some places leave bruises in your skin and others barely tickle you.
Come to think of it–I want a massage parlor where hot naked men just give me a massage. No hanky panky, no funny business–just massage. I think that would make for a nice ambience…
Do I care enough about ABBA to go see a movie about them? Answers, quickly–show starts in about 90 minutes.
Ooohhhh, see that girl, watch that scene, she is the dancing queen …
That enough of an answer for you???
I wanna hot naked man to give me a massage!!! What time did my husband say he was coming home???