Ugh. I’ve only been at work an hour and I’m bored. When I’m busy, this is a good job and I enjoy it. But there’s an awful lot of time where there’s not much to do and that’s really really boring.
Still no sign of Anaamika. 
I’m voting for cap sleeves! They wouldn’t be too warm, and I think cap sleeves would look nice on that shirt.
Oh crap. I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.
I forgot to let her out of the trunk of my car.
I’m sorry, I’ve been distracted by Lissla’s boobs! However, when I get back to reality, I’m going to try to hunt down that graphic novel. North Korea is fascinating to me. Well, the government mostly.
Tonight I have an HOA meeting. I hate being on the HOA. I’m not looking forward to this.
I have a fever of a hundred and two degrees. Yesterday it was only 100, then it went down, now it’s back up. This morning, I had a dream that my Mom told me to stay home from work. So I did. That’s all I have to say. I’m going back to bed. Again. Carry on. 
Damn, Ex, how many times are you going to do this? Write yourself a note or something next time. Did you at least drill some airholes after the last one?
Actually, are you even sure she’s still there? Don’t most trunks have a quick release thingy now? You gotta be sure to disable that if you’re going to keep them in the trunk, you know.
Lissla, cute shirts! Wish I could sew that well. What are they made out of? From the pictures, it looks like matte black jersey, but it’s hard to be sure.
As to the sleeves, well, how much skin do you want to appear to show? The more fabric in the sleeves, the more the focus will be the keyhole and thus, your chest. Long sleeves might make that top indecent. I say if you’ve got the arms for it, go sleeveless.
If you do decide to go with the long sleeves, be prepared for a pronounced lack of eye contact from all the guys.
I have now typed the word sleeve enough that it looks weird. Is that right?Sleeve. Sleave. Sleeevvvee. Aarrgh! I’m going to have to look it up.
My pants are falling off. I’ve lost a little bit of weight, with all the stress of losing my job and everything, and now my pants are too big. Sorry, no pictures.
Draelin, I hope you feel better! Drink lots of juice and ginger ale, rest and watch stupid cartoons (well, that’s what I do when I’m sick. YMMV).
Ginger tea is good if you can get someone to make it for you, too. Feel better soon, Draelin. Fevers usually make me want to not eat. Tea with sugar, ice water, orange juice, gingerale. That’s the ticket.
It’s a cotton stretch jersey, Winter. At least, that’s what I was told. It actually feels like modal or something- you know that ultra soft stretchy sort of cottony fabric? It breathes really well, and dries overnight if I hand wash it. Fabulous stuff. I think I have enough to make one or two more shirts left. I’m considering options.
The novel is called Pyunyang. I think. I’ll check tonight. It just came out in hardcover.
Bumba, I’d like to order some soap for me and Quasi-Daughter. How does this work in terms of payment? Are you set up to take visa, or should i mail you a check or something?
Isn’t the sound your muscles and stuff makes when they go wrong, just the worst sound Taters? Totally an uh-oh moment like when mom calls your first, middle and last name. I wrenched my neck while on vacation in colorado and got to spend new year’s trying not too breathe too hard because it was so ouchy.
Y’know, I thought for a minute that **VunderBob ** was being awfully harsh to **Ellen ** 'cause I confused Quizno Bob with those scary sponge monkey things. Ellen makes waaaay too pretty babies for that.
In other news, my car turned 100,000 miles today. I was tooling along (actually it makes a sort of putt putt noise because one of the doohickies that’s supposed to go whirr diddy whirr is stuck and so it doesn’t go flippidy or maybe the reverse, I forget), and then wahoo! 99,999 turned into 100,000. Considering how I tried to kill my car last year, and all the noises it makes these days, I was kinda worried it might not make it. It’s sort of silly to get excited over a change in the odometer, but there you go.
Also, that vampire apple is still in the crisper, essentially the same as it was back around easter time. The mushrooms I bought two days ago are totally slimed, but the stupid apple’s okay.
Astro Pops! I thought maybe that was the name. Yes, do stay away from them, much better, safer candy out there to enjoy. Okay, raise your hands everybody who thinks of tootsie rolls as a completely different category of candy and not a chocolate substitute. Because my hand’s up and I like to think I’m not alone.
Speaking of mushrooms, I’m totally paying to have the chicken thighs deboned, from now on. In chicken cacciatore it doesn’t make that much difference in flavor and I always end up making them look like the losers in a car wreck between a semi and a yugo. Also, polenta is just corn meal mush, pass the word.
Hi new person! The giant plastic grasshopper is mine, mitts off. **MagicEyes ** go put yer pants on, ya perv! Lissla, you should put really really long floofy poet’s shirt type sleeves on your blouse. That would be perfect. Actually I have no idea because I can’t see the pictures (stupid dog), but I like to cause fashion mayhem.
I’m starting to think that maybe you and **Ana **are actually the same person. I mean you weren’t here for a while and she was, and now that you’re back, she’s gone… hmmmmmm.
This should make you feel better about not seeing me Swampy- go get some goetta for breakfast! Just go down to your front desk (when you get to Cincy) and ask them “Where can I get me some goetta for breakfast?” and they should be able to help you out. (You say it “gett-ah”, so you don’t sound like some out-of-towner.) (And Frisch’s Big Boys has it. There are Frisch’s Big Boys everywhere around here.)
But what is goetta? Sausage mostly. Plus some outs mixed in. It’s good. Just order some up and eat it. (You can put butter on it, or butter and syrup, or ketchup (ugh!), or just whatever you want. People will judge you if you put something weird on it, but you won’t be seeing those people again, so who cares?)
Oh yeah…
I know how you get sick of hearing it, but you’re all pritty Lissla. And you’re smart and kind and funny, but you can’t see that just looking at your pictures. And I like the way you smile with your whole face. Cute. (Some people have very reserved smiles and it’s just the mouth and maybe the eyes (unless they’ve been botoxed) and it’s just not as nice.)
Plus your boobs ain’t shabby. Ain’t shabby at all.
First things first:
FEEL BETTER DRAELIN!!!
I put oatmeal and sausage and ground beef in my meatloaf. Have I been makin’ goetta meatloaf and didn’t know it? Anyways, I’ll get me some goetta while I’m there. Anything else I need to eat while hangin’ sorta around Cincinnati?
I will note that I am one of the very few males who have not made mention of Lissla’s boobage. Ok, I like boys and all that but beyond that I’m much too polite to talk about a lady’s boobs. They are kinda out there though ain’t they? 
Avoid Skyline Chili. That stuff is nasty. Only those guys from Cinncinnati would think of using cinnamon as their primary spice…
So what does BSMF have to say about all that? Hmmm?
Draelin, I hope you’re feeling better.
It started raining here. And probably won’t stop until Thursday or so. Or maybe never, depending on what Ophelia decides.
Today is such an odd day. I got an e-mail from a woman I went out with 20 years ago. I’m not famous or rich, so why would she send something now? Any ideas?
Umm…could you be a daddy?
Aww Sean the answer is so obvious. She heard you’re a Doper. Not only that, but you are one of the MMP Cool Kids Dopers. Of course you’re desirable now. What’s jakier than bein’ a MMP Cool Kid Doper?
Sorry! I’ve been hanging out in the MMP too much–Rue and swampy are bad influences. I’m trying not to flash my co-workers–that would be bad.
Anyone got a safety pin?
This has been a looooooooong afternoon. I’m not feeling really motivated to work (gee, I wonder why), so I need to find some busy work to kill time.
Two more hours. . .
Hey now! Just stop it. Skyline is yummy! Way better than Gold Star or (shudder) Empress.
But if you’re expecting, I don’t know, actual chili just because they call themselves Skyline “Chili”, you’re in for a rude awakening. It’s still good on spaghetti with cheese and raw onions (three-way). Or a cheese coney. That’s a winner too.
Widow guy #1 was here and gone. He didn’t want to talk to just me - he wanted to talk to both of us. Because, you know, there’s no way I could ask intelligent questions without my husband here… :rolleyes: He’s coming back Thursday evening. He better do a damned good job of selling to overcome his first impression.
I’ve got another appointment tomorrow at 3, and again on Thursday at 3, plus the reappointment with this first guy at 6:30. So by Friday, we should be making a decision about replacement windows. I hate the windows and storm windows we have - I can’t wait to get new ones in.
This is from my note to Rue this morning - I’m too lazy to retype it all:
Did I tell you about Heidi? I don’t think I did. Heidi was my daughter’s first friend when we moved to Virginia. My kid was moved into the 5th grade there right after spring break and most kids gave her crap. Heidi and Sandy befriended her, and Heidi stayed her friend even after we went back to FL. Anyway, she (Heidi - man, I’ve typed that a lot) got married right out of high school just over a year ago, and last week, she had a baby. My daughter’s middle school friend has a baby. Naturally, in my mind, Heidi is frozen forever as an 8th grader… My daughter sent me a link to her photo site (that girl was quick - 3 days after giving birth, she had a website!!) Cute kid - and poor Heidi looked exhausted. Birth does that to a mom. My baby made sure to tell me her friend didn’t use drugs for the birth. I’m a wuss - I loves me some demerol… Anyway, that’s my Heidi story.
I’m so ashamed - I’m recycling my emails here, and poor Rue will be reading it twice. Bad, bad FCM.