It would depend on who was stuck in a room with who…
But honestly, it’s turning into treacle! 
Dang. Busy morning. Too much paperwork, too many phone calls. And what’s with all the dubbing? Because I am not cleaning up afterwards.
But good (late) morning, anyway, and happy hump day!
Hastily/Postitnote/Shorthand - …or maybe just “note.” It’s quick 'n easy, though it might become confusing should someone want to actually note something in their post when not referring specifically to you. But, whatever, and welcome anyway. Yeah, we’re a gabby bunch. What can I say? It’s the never-ending coffee klatch, and we like it that way. We’re cool like that. Oh, and I’ll take a Corona with a wedge of lime, kthx.
Special1 - Dude … that pun was horrible. I mean, what kind of reaction did Jew expect? ::d&r::
rosie - Apple, cherry, steak & kidney, chicken – it’s all pie, and it’s all good. The only difference is in which course of the meal contains it, and whether or not you top it with whipped cream or gravy.
Rebo - If your bust is busy, shouldn’t your attention be elsewhere presently?
Sean - No mercy! Mercy is for the weak! And those whose sensitive bits are in a vice-like grip.
Swampy - Who knew working at a brewery could be so much fun? I’d mourn the loss of so much beer, but … it’s Old Milwaukee. I’d say half-filled or even empty cans would have done someone a favour. 
C6 and C7 knew what it they doing. I bet they planned the whole thing.
BusDude - Ahh, the impressionable and politically ignorant babes in the woods of the Internet. It just goes to prove what an essential service Snopes provides because, left to themselves to wallow in nutbar conspiracy theories, they could turn rabid without a healthy bowl of STFU & Read.
Mika - How you doin’? [sub]What do you mean, that wasn’t a challenge?[/sub]
Okay, lunch is et. Smoke break to ensue.
How you doin’? 
I think you nailed it…
Damn, I think we all need a bigger room. Rosiiiiiiie! Can we play in the living room for a while? Pretty please??
A serious moment here: how goes the interferon treatments?
Mindfield I shoulda known.
Let me just put down some plastic tarps first…
eta: btw - don’t tell anyone, but when they upgraded the server Monday night, they forgot to put the blocks back on - I don’t have to try 47 times to get to a site (or here - which is where I like to spend my day)
treacle, treacle, little star…
HEEEEELLLLLLOOOOOO NURSES!
Size don’t matter… but DURATION does!
swampy - shouldn’t that be — penis ensues ???
posit
Highly Neurotic Co-Worker story (you remember, the one who didn’t want to go on vacation because if she left a hornet might get into her apartment, and sting her cat, and the cat might die?) We were talking about washers and dryers, and drying racks. She had a wooden one, and the (slats? dowels? the things you hang the clothes on) were coming loose, so she used small, tack-type nails to hold it together, and glued them in.
And then she threw it out, because one of them might come loose, and a cat might eat it!
“And you must be even more worried about tacks coming loose, Lissla, because of the baby.”
Uh, no. If I nailed together a drying rack, and glued the nails in, I would not spend nights worrying about the kid working a nail loose and then eating it. Cords, electrical outlets, maybe plastic bags, yes, but I am not going to spend my time worrying that the kid will unravel his sweater, make a noose, and hang himself, or unwind the wicker shelves, and stab himself repeatedly in the eye.
She was also frowny at me because I was drinking a lime Crush, which contains scary chemicals. I told her that babies need sodium ethylbutanetol psylichtrate.
Right now I’m eating chips, pre-lunch, that have disodium guanylate in them. Hah!
Pie?? Gimme!
Oh yeah, welcome too!
HEE! Maybe she was afraid that because you were drinking sump’n some of it might get to where tinyninjachef is and cause him/her to drown! That’s it LiLi, no more eating or drinking until after the baby is born! You might drown/choke him/her! :eek: Oh, and when the baby starts crawlin’, you have to take all the furniture out of your apartment because he/she might bump into it or gnaw on it and die! Ya know, if we put our collective minds to it, we could come up with all kinds of things that might cause harm to a cat. You could mention them all to Highly Neurotic Co-Worker. Think of the never ending fun you could have!
I’m kinda likin’ Postit as a nickname. This way everytime we say sump’n about a “postit” we could say N.O.P.
Ok, perhaps I should go start gettin’ ready for another fun filled shift at the brewery. It’s so hard deciding which tshirt and pair of jeans to wear though! White, light blue, dark blue or black tshirt. Blue or black jeans. See my dilemna? It’s a wonder I ever make it to work on time what with all those decisions to make.
At least my lawyer isn’t practicing while on probation from the state Bar like her’s has. They found his conduct unethical a year or two ago when he was skimming off extra profits in real estate deals. :rolleyes: In fact, my lawyer used to work with her when they both worked in local radio. Of course he doesn’t go by his on-air name now that he’s an attorney, and I think that’s all she knows him by. So it will be interesting to see her reaction when she realizes who my pit-bull is.
< snerk >
Dotty At least you know you child will get better. My ex gets dumber and more abrasive each year. This is the only reason I’m glad her and I never had kids - I can eventually stop talking to her altogether.
You say that now, but you’d be surprised how often those very things happen.
Okay, maybe you wouldn’t be surprised.
Good Lord; it’s only noon and people are already getting rooms with nurses and who knows what else!
I’m contemplating whether I want to take a bus back home or wait for the train, which leaves at 1:15. I didn’t bring my bus card and am kinda short on cash this week, but that’s a lot of time to kill. Ah well.
Welcome, Scribbles. You found us on a rather scandalous day. We’re usually quite well-behaved. innocent look
Ya know, if I had a nickle for everytime I unraveled a sweater, made a noose out of it and tried to hang myself as a child… I wouldn’t have any nickles. Now somebody like say Sean might be a multi-bazillionaire.
I decided on gray tshirt and blue jeans. I knew y’all wouldn’t be able to rest easy til I said. I’m nice like that. Dammit.
Ok, off to pack up ye olde cooler, chill a couple minutes then it’s time to make the beer. One must get to the brewery early enough to get a good parking space. Elsewise you end up with one of the yuck ones waaaaaaay down on the other end of the parking lot. As it is today I’ll have to settle on good instead of super good cause all those got took by first shift today. That means it’s third shift’s turn for 'em tonight which means it’s second shift’s turn for 'em tomorrow. YAY! It just works out that way.
Later Y’all!
Well, some of us anyway. 
Scribbles, you can decide which some of us. Welcome to the MMP.
Glad to have you here. We needed more men at the party. (did I say that out loud?)
**HastilyScribbledMessage ** you have been given several nicknames from which to choose - I like **Scribbles ** the best - but you pick (that’s not to say that some or all of them may or may not be used, depending on who’s posting… ;))
The thing is Lissa, for every 10 things you prepare for or tell the kid not to do, s/he will find 10 more things you never thought about. I think it was the book “Please don’t eat the daisies” where the mother leaves her kids behind for a few minutes and gives them all kinds of instructions on what not to do. She comes back to find one of them gluing the pages of a magazine together. When asked, of course the kid said “You didn’t tell me not to!”
Don’t sweat it too much. You’ll do fine.
I also like Scribbles as the best nick…and welcome to the thread. Every since Noone Special has joined it’s gone significantly downhill though!
You say it like it’s a bad thing… :dubious: Think how much easier it is to run downhill
Anyway, I thought you were supposed to be ignoring me?
:: Drive by:: And Day 3 dawns in the pit of Hell. I’m beginning to think a certain client is the spawn of Satan. And I mean that in the nicest way, bless her heart.
dots, here’s hopin the lactose free formula does the trick. Good vibes headed your way.
li-li, Mr. Anachi and I watched a doc on Toronto on Discovery Theater last night. I had no idea what a lovely city it is. Take the trip. You’ll be fine.
meeks, cool videos! That temple is AWESOME!
I rest confident in knowing tinyninjachef will think of thousands of really damn stupid things to do that I will never, ever think of, so I’m not going to worry. I’m just going to be resigned to the manic stupidity of small children. Or not so small. Mr. Lissar electrocuted himself twice when he was twelve.
It’s like QD worrying about her children turning into Hitler. Surely you’ve got something better to do with your time?
Thanks, Pugs. It is a nice place to live. I think Ottawa is prettier, but Toronto has better food and fabric shops, and a slightly less confusing public transportation system.
swampy, it is so, so tempting to come up with random terrible things for Neurotic Co-Worker to worry about. So tempting. She doesn’t have a computer or use internet banking because millions of people have their computers hacked into and all their money stolen! And if you buy something online they’ll know all about you! They’ll access your hard drive and find out you visit CuteOverload!
She has plastic things over her taps, because if the cats turn the taps on they could scald themselves.
I should tell her to get a combination locking device for her toilet, as cats have been known to develop thumbs, lift the seat, and drown.
And if you ever, ever use chocolate chips, you could drop one, and the cat could eat it, and die.