Go, BooFae!
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Go mmmmmm! And go BooFae and rosie and CutiePie, too!!
Gotta finish getting ready for work. Donwannnnaaaaa!!!
GT
Up, caffeinated, off to watch hockey practice before work.
Congrats, BooFae!
{{{rigs}}}
Thanks, but I’m afraid if I really ask, someone’s going to tell me I sound like Fran Drescher. And I’d rather not know. I’ll just go on believing that I sound perfectly normal and that everyone who asks me if I have a cold is just crazy.
We started a game of Risk with some neighbors last night and then used Excel to record exactly where everyone was and how many armies they had on which countries so we can pick up some other time. It’s sad what happens when you get a bunch of geeks together.
Hi all!
{{{rigs}}}
Congrats to the losers! 
I need to start something - maybe WW.
Slow at work so I’ve been doing online training. Blech. Thinking about lunch already, and it’s only 10:00 am!
More excitement in my life. TS Danny has been declared; the composite forecast models have it centered about 80 miles east of Duck, NC at 8 AM Saturday. Duck is about 70 miles east of Mayberry, on the Outer Banks.
I must call my kid and blame him, having apparently inherited VWife’s talent.
Howdy Y’all! Home. I feel less like descendin’ upon work with torches and pitchforks this week.
Congrats on the weight loss boofae! Yay for you mmmmmm’s!
taxi you geek, you! 
BBBobbio you still have my number to call and report in just in case you get all hurricaned, right?
Rebo, online training… :eek:
Rest in peace rigs kitteh.
Congrats, boofae, on the weight loss. And good on you ems for starting the program. I am going to get back with it myself after Labor Day…I think…I hope. So hard to lose weight with this dumb thyroid thing. :mad:
bobbio, Danny is my brother’s name and the storm is headed right for his twin in Massachusetts.
Busy again today.
Tupug
Swampy, I’ve always had your number.
I’ll call to check in if stuff gets rough. Maybe making that promise will make this storm peter out, too.
{{rigs}} Oddly enough, my youngest sis had to have her little dog put down this week - his name was Simon, too. Simon Alexander Puffersniffer, to be precise.
Not much exciting in my life. I vacuumed, second load of laundry is in the machine, **FCD **is snarfing down some leftover chicken and I’m going to make some pasta to go under some leftover sauce. The kids are dining out with friends.
Yep, that’s about all. Doncha wish you were me? 
Well, if I was, I’d be home!
Here is Simon, in all his glory (well, when he was thinner–he weighed 23 pounds when he died). He was a large cat–larger than some small dogs. He was quite long and beefy looking, even when he was thin.
SimonOnTheProwl
It has rained on and off here, quite heavily, all day. We do need it, but it drove a stake through any ambitions I had to Get Things Done Today. Rainy days make me want to curl up with tea and a murder mystery. So I did for a while this afternoon. Tonight is Daughter’s Dinner: a sit down family dinner before she goes back to school on Friday. I have an extremely busy next 10 days coming up–another reason I have no ambition today. I did do some laundry and run some errands.
Leftovers are wonderful dinners, FCM, no? Restaurant leftovers are even better because you didn’t cook them! Daughter’s request is Mom’s homemade mac and cheese. Me, I’m sick of it, but it’s nice that she likes it. 
Crud. Just talked to TH–he had an interview today. He ended up being 20 minutes late for it. Gah. Damn construction on the Bishop Ford–it’s made me late to work several times this summer. Not a good impression to make for an interview, though. He says he has some news, but didn’t want to talk and drive (understandable). So, we’ll see…
Well, yanno that leftover sauce that I was going to put on the pasta that’s boiling? It was actually leftover baked beans. I did find the sauce, so the beans will be a side. Sketties and beans. Yum. :rolleyes:
Then again, leftovers can be rather advanced and only for professional stunt eaters… <regretfully declines to dine at** FCM’s** house.>
rigs, you crack me up!
I think I might pull out my rollerblades after work. I haven’t used them in ages because the path I used to go on got tarred and gravelled last year, and gravel - even the fine kind that they used - doesn’t work for 'blades. But there’s a trail ~5 miles north of home that’s paved that should be good. I think I’ll check it out. Sounds like fun.
Assuming I can find the blades.
hugs to all - the week is now more than half over - the humidity is down, a breeze is blowing, the cat is purring. All is right with the world
rigs, you need to join up with Spaz (speaking of whom, where’s she been, anyway?) and write silly/snarky stuff on a web site somewhere. Hope TH had some actual good news.
Simon looks like he was a quite decisive cat. He’s prowling with purpose.
So, taxi, has anyone ever told you you’re a geek? And, if it’s any consolation, the voice I hear when you write in no way resembles Fran Drescher’s. 
Nice to hear you sounding all content, rosie.
I was supposed to come home early (I’m well into Friday for this pay period, hourswise and would love to minimize the comp time I’m accruing since I probably won’t get to use it), but got diverted by a couple of stupid legal fires that suddenly flared up. It was after 6 when I left work.
Gotta put an e-mail together for my volunteer group. Should probably clean the fridge some and do some other tidying.
And then I’ll just chill with a movie or show and some knitting.
Back later, perhaps…
Hugs to all.
GT
OUR taxi like Fran Drescher? Bite your tongue! No way–I see** taxi** as more of a Helen Hunt kind of person (like her character Jamie whatever on whatever that show was–that’s helpful, no?). (I know you said she wasn’t–I’m just being “difficult”).
I wonder if an MMP shouldn’t start off some week with what TV or film character does each Mumper remind you of? I think there would have to be caveats, like just because someone puts together a bizarre combo doesn’t mean it’s a slight on the Mumper so regarded (or the one so regarding). Is this an idea with legs? Anyone?
Bueller?
Daughter Dinner was successful, but sadly work did not call and tell me to stay home tomorrow and rest my tootsies for the upcoming NIGHTMARE that will be this weekend in yes, Boston. We WOULD pick the weekend of Ted Kennedy’s funeral to move her into her housing. Not only that, my parent’s house is ON the Cape, about an hour away from Hyannis. Unfortunately, it is on the way to Hyannis… Kill me now. (I respect Ted, I just don’t want to deal with the crowds. I was there that summer when John-John’s plane went down. All the press were in Woods Hole–which is a tiny hamlet next to the town where my parent’s summer. It was crazy).
Rigs, you may be in luck–they are taking him north tomorrow to Boston, so the Cape will be in normal weekend nuttyness.
I plan on avoiding Rt 3 tomorrow as much as possible–sounds like a good day to stay in or go to Framingham.
Heads up on presidental motorcades Saturday.