Happy Firday!
It’s 29 degrees above freezing, bright and sunny.
I logged out of irk early last time to spend some time with the SO.
We get along a whole lot better when we don’t talk.
**sari **- How weird -you’ve got sun and Harford County has rain. I’m guessing that means it’s not raining at my house. Phooey - I was hoping it would be nice and damp there.
I helped Mom take her truck to the shop for service, and I stripped and remade the guest bed. I also built her a spreadsheet for totaling up the hours her AARP volunteers do every year. She’s gone to church - her Firday thing - so I’m unsupervised for a coupla hours. 
Actually, what I want to do is nap…
Well, hell!
gotti ummm… I don’t know what to say. Sounds like two conflictin’ opinions to me but IANAD.
I have an appointment in a bit that I fear is goin’ to turn into a day long nightmare. All this because I have just found out that one of my co-irkers (ok, I am the boss) did not complete all the paperirk she should have. Thus, I must backtrack on a buncha stuff. Somebody is not goin’ to be happy with me before this day is over but that’s ok. I ain’t happy so why should she be.
Rosie wow. Here’s hopin’ that is cleared up soonest.
Oh well, off to [del]beat a serf[/del] make somebody unhappy.
Gah! Just up to say hello real quick. Off to the cardiologist to get one of those 24 hour cardiac harnesses put on. Very little sleep last night I was listening to all the stuff in Boston on the internet scanner link until 3am when the system crashed from overuse (100k listeners will do that)
Later -
Thanks **swampbear **
Up, and caffeinated. Going in late, and I actually get a weekend this weekend. That also means I get to miss the Children’s Riot Festival in my store.
Buimmer, rosie.
Looks like one of the Boston bombers is dead and the other on the run. I do hope they bring him in alive. I think we’re better off as a society when we can bring criminals to justice through the courts.
After all the storm and stress of MOL’s “Guys Y U no Listen!” thread, I was poking around on eharmony, and there was a link to “safety tips for women”. Written by a man. Saying things like “don’t invite a man into your home”. I can’t decide if I want to bother going back and suggesting that for every “safety tips for women” article he writes, he should write a “how not to rape” article for men.
Also, I’m tired.
Mawnin all
What the sam heck is going on? The news has me all weirded out. I don’t need an explanation, just weirded out.
In other news we are going to set a record low tonight 42f and I have an outdoor show, yeah. Bust out the jacket time
Back when the coffee kicks in
Jim
The Onion did have a very informative article on how to not accidentally kill your girlfriend, but not one for how guys could generally avoid raping someone on accident! Time to get on that!
It’s looking a bit overcast now.
I just checked the weather and we’re supposed to have thunder storms later today.
The sun came out just in time for the bomb threat. We’re all, the whole buolding’s worth of people, sitting outside for over a half hour so far, waiting for the all clear. Just another piece of crap in my already overflowing week!
I will have to look for it but there is a real ‘how not to rape your date’ info guide published by the Navy a couple years ago that is as bad as an Onion article but it’s real!
I can’t even begin to quote it. It’s beyond words.
On a lighter note, my comic book store had a 20% off sale for women, so I went and picked up my comics and got two trades and some more dice* as well.
- I don’t game, but non-d6 dice are cool and I use them for random number generation.
And in the ‘laugh at me’ category: I tried to eat my earplugs this morning.
I’ve done this once before, but it was my reusable silicone earplugs and thus not nearly so gross.
I’ve been using foam earplugs lately because they seem to block more sound and generally stay in better. But I still usually wake up with both of them under me. I also have somehow developed the habit of grabbing them out from under me in my sleep.
So I’ve just barely woken up, before my alarm, and I’m in that half-asleep state where you’re still sorta dreaming, right? And I think that the thing in my hand is a bite of waffle. And pop it in my mouth and start chewing.
Foam earplugs that have been used every night straight for like a month don’t taste like waffles. At all.
MMMMMM… ear waffles!
Crisis averted. All the bad stuff has been corrected. All is right with the world. For now.
I am considerin’ betakin’ myself outta here. I’s tahrd and I’d like to go get twuck’s oil changed this afternoon then get home before the rain/tstorm/apocalypse sets in.
Rosie y’all be safe! :eek:
It turns out it affected two buildings in this complex - but we got the all clear about an hour ago. My brother thinks we may be in for a long summer of copycat crimes
With the hustle and the bustle, I’ve missed what is going on with you and yours.
My brother lives in Boston - and we just had a bomb threat at the office
eta - the “we” to which my brother referred is the whole country
Blurf. (How blurfy? I almost misspelled blurf. Twice.)
The folks who signed an offer for the house in Idaho declined to counter our counter-offer. Oh well.
Leftover turkey, fake mashed potatoes (made with cauliflower), and veg medly for breakfast. No work today, so I’m dawdling with eating it.
And our lives are righer.
I’ll wake up soon. I may even pull some foxtails in the back yard.