I want one of these.
It can carry beer and toilet paper.
IME, when one asks “What was X thinking?”, the first word of that question could easily be left off and still be a valid comment (and the answer is usually “no”).
Hope Tracy has her head on a bit straighter than her mother.
I’ve managed a bit of productivity today. Ran errands, tried a modified version of Alton Brown’s chili recipe (and it’s not bad, might need a few tweaks to suit my tastes). The car has been fed, and my mechanical pencil has more lead and erasers (this is important to a Samurai Sudoku addict). Laundry’s current enough that I won’t need to run more until Friday.
The only really urgent household venture is running the dishwasher so I’m not facing a full sink after my usual busy Thursday. Sleeping at some point between now and 6:30 tomorrow morning would also be a good move.
I’m still waiting for the Housework Fairy to stop by my place and magic away the clutter and gunge. 
Please send her my way as well.
Had an interesting thing happen today. At the corporate coffee shop because I only had two cups worth at home and am outside as usual, on the Dope. Woman comes up to me and says…
W:“have you seen two men and a policeman?”
CK:“Could you be more specific, this place is really busy”
W: ::Tears::
Long story short
She had her cellphone stolen about a month ago, pawnshop called her and offered phone back for $220 presumably the price paid, pawnshop guy shows while we are talking, it is her phone but wiped, no cop. No money, no phone. I tell her to wait and meet PSG at the shop later so there are at least records, I also smell a rat because PSG tells her if the cops are involved “they will keep her phone for 3 to 6 months as evidence”
I take her to the cellphone store, my carrier as well and I know the manager on duty. MOD tells her “hell no, do not pay the guy a thing, he has to return your phone”. HPD is now on the case. Hope she gets her phone back.
Why do I get involved in this cr*p? Most people have the good sense to get themselves out of this stuff but no, not me. Sucker for weepers I guess.
Anyhoo, no good deed goes unpunished
Jim
This morning one of my bus drivers, in telling me she might be delayed this afternoon, told me she had to “go draw blood”.
I said just make sure you use a red crayon.
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Yeah, she gave me a blank look too.
Oh hell, I thought it was funny, what else matters?
Kitchen is tidy, vacuuming is done, and I hemmed FCD’s chaps. It’s thunderboomery an starting to rain. I don’t know what I wanna do for supper - maybe I’ll go easy with mac-n-cheese?
**CatDude **- I cracked a smile at that… 
MOOOOOOM throw in some hotdawgs with that mac 'n cheese and a green sallit and you have a balanced, nutritious meal or the menu for the school lunchroom on Thursday if you throw in a carton of milk and an orange.
CatDude it made me snicker.
I got a haircut today.
Beat THAT for mundane and pointless!
I didn’t get a haircut today.
Neither did I.
I routinely metabolize oxygen. There, beat THAT.
Catdude made me snicker as well.
I didn’t get a haircut today either.
I didn’t get stuck by the fish hook that was caught in hell pups collar.
I haven’t killed anyone today either.
I hold my breath a lot.
I can turn beer into urine.
No, I was accused of being a [del]male[/del] dog. Just stated that the accusation might not be so far off. 
I do not have fleas; or ticks for that matter, which is more that we can say about some other Mumpers!
We are not worthy.
Well FFS. I’m away from my desk for a minute and the electrician calls. And I didn’t notice, so I didn’t call him back until nearly an hour later. I hate playing phone tag.
I poop. According to a popular book everybody does
Aww, come on, everyone knows that girls don’t poop.
But I poop too. 
It’s really hot out today.
I spent the afternoon irking in an upstairs office. It was very hot in there. One of my coworkers was falling asleep at his desk. Hee hee hee
I’m going silly from the heat. It’s nice though.