Thank you rosey,
I like Posit best - but Scribbles is pretty cool.
ummmm… is my age showing if I conclude with
“Just don’t call me late fer supper!”
:ducks 'n runs: 
**Swampy ** - Do you really think Old Milwaukee drinkers would even notice if their cans were short-filled? At least you shot down the fantasy I had of mis-labels and short fills being shunted off to the employee break room.
Do you at least get an ID card to show to cops to explain why you smell like beer when you’re driving? :eek:
I just wish you could have found employment with Samuel Adams so you might be able to introduce me to that bear in their commercials.
Weather hijinks around here… We had record-breaking rainfall today. In the 100+ years that they’ve been keeping records, it has never rained at all on July 18. So, when it moisted this morning and .01" of rain fell, it was a record. The really funny thing is that in some areas, enough moist landed on powerlines to convert dust into electrically conductive mud, and 10,000 people lost power. If we’d only had .02" of moist, that mud would have been washed off and power would not have been interrupted.
You’d be doing them a favor.
I had a yummy lunch, now I need caffeine or it’s going to be naptime this afternoon, and I have a 3 pm meeting with Cute Assistant of the Guy That Runs the Healthclub.
I had a free lunch today! Who says there’s no such thing. I love it when outside groups have meetings here, cater lunch, and there are boxes left over. Free chicken salad! Woo! Plus a gooey brownie. smacks lips
If I was busy with my busty, do you think I would be posting here about it? Quiet, you!
Just checking in after getting caught up.
Back to work! Appropriate squees and boos all around.
:: checks over carefully for more typos… ::
Earlier today I was talking with the Maternal Striped One on the phone. I knew she’d called me on her cell because of the caller ID on my end.
After maybe ten minutes of yakking, I heard some background rustles and she asks herself, “Where is my cell phone?”
“Umm…you’re on it.”
Yep. She’s gettin’ old. g
The solution would be to give the killer dish rack to QD’s Hitler child.
Rebo, sure. We love TMI naughty goodness.
Signs that you’re truly ready to go home for the day #38: You read this as “killer dick rash.” Twice.
Is that too much to ask?
Well, I do have a reputation to uphold.
[sub]I didn’t say it was a good reputation.[/sub]
Oh, this is so very good!
why isn’t it quit-o-clock yet?
Welcome Postit! (although I must confess to having a preference for Hasty hee!)
Oh boy, Swampy, as I was reading of your tale about the beer, it occurred to me that your job is similar to that of Laverne & Shirley. 
Be careful of any Schotz beers that might come down the line now!
Ack, sorry about that tenacious virus, Dotty; hope you all will be getting better soonest, esp. Noor!
Drat, all day I thought it was -Thursday-; I’m so disappointed that it’s only Wednesday! 
Ah well, at least there’s “Top Chef” to watch tonight.
Lili, your co-worker sounds like she has RPD - remote possibility disaster, which is what my brothers and I used to say about our Mom. She would come up with the most ridiculous situations of impending disaster, and be absolutely convinced that they -could- happen! Here’s her most (in)famous one: My two younger brothers were sharing their room for the night at the summer cottage with our (even younger) cousin, Mike (I think he was about 3-4; they were 9 and 10, I think). Mom came in to check on them, then told my 10 YO brother, “Please make sure that the window is closed, because Mikey could roll out of bed, onto the window sill, down the roof, onto the ground, down the dock and into the water and drown!” And she was completely serious. The other thing was that the window sill was about 6 inches -above- the bed. Hehehe. Now that is RPD!
would’ve been even better if the bed was on the opposite side of the room from the window
Glorioski, if I had RPD, I’d never have gotten a cat in the first place! I’d be afraid the cat would fall asleep on my face and I’d sufficate because I wouldn’t be able to wake it (I’m surprised the RPD cow-orker hasn’t thought of that one - you should mention it to her :D)
I thought this would be appropriate. I saved it several years ago.
Lissa! The SO’s father came and installed a screen door on our balcony because someone might come in (so a screen door stops them? WTF?) and I said almost the same thing about ninjas.
People, I just picked up this link from the funniest videos thread and it almost made me cry, it’s so funny.
Well, I made gingered pear preserves. They taste nummy, but they’re not setting up very well. Oh well, it will make great pancake topping. Let’s see, when was the last time I had pancakes? I don’t think my memory is that good.
Dotty, I hope you and the baby are getting better.
Beer-soaked bear! snicker
Li-Li, that is hilarious. I think if anything I am not paranoid enough - I am incredibly lax when it comes to locking doors and seeing doctors, which will probably bite me in the ass one day.
I got an OkCupid message today with the following:
I think he wants to take me to Nigeria. i being a girl educated and all.
I’m so busy! I’m just getting caught up, and I missed out on all the flirting!
I ended up having to come back in to work last night because there was a project that had to be done yesterday, and the people who were still here couldn’t figure it out. It felt good that I figured out what was wrong, and that I am needed here, but it wasn’t quite as much fun to have to get up from where I was lounging by the pool and run inside. Plus, it was a little awkward trying to explain why it’d take me a few minutes to get out the door to head back to work without having to tell a bunch of coworkers that I was in a bikini and still dripping wet. :o (That smiley doesn’t look embarrassed, but it’ll have to work for now.)
McUne, I didn’t know you’re a Minnesotan! We’re practically neighbors!
Dotty, sorry to hear you and the baby are still sick.
I love all the paranoia stories. It’s hysterical what some people worry about. I’m a worrier, but I like to think that I only worry about realistic things.
ME, thanks for the thoughts for Lily. She seems to have forgiven me for the vet visit and the ear drops. We still have a few days of drops to go (and another vet visit on Friday… Don’t tell her!), but she’s at least more cuddly again.
Waves at everyone else.
Lakes have waves? *Big *waves?
Holy jezus, that lake is HUGE. Like, a third the size of New Zealand huge!
Just got back from taking nephew and his kittens to the vet for shots. Choco was good, but Grubby pitched a battle and then swiped the vet right across the nose. I laughed, but I couldn’t help it. She is such a little weenie.
I’m proud of neph though for taking care of his pets. They get fixed next month.
Is it Friday night yet?
Mika, that’s hysterical. I’m crying. Oh, lord. I wonder if my mother would be insulted if I sent her the link? She’s almost like that about their dog.
“Cancy-wancy”!
Tears of mirth