Kisses Beebs
I love Avenue Q!
Umm, going to eat some avocado and salsa for dinner. Hooray for nutrition, right?
Nothing else to report.
I hate broccoli. Go away, old gay man from Georgia.*
I went for a bike ride to my friend who lost her mother last week. Good thing I did–I had the time wrong for the service. :eek: I also weeded, since it’s a very nice 62 outside. I met up with a friend and her friend who just got another Bichon–soooo cute!
- I am kidding. Don’t have me banned…
Well, then, all the more reason to turn it into prime rib. 
I wouldn’t have you banned. After all you’re the reason we have F*cking Heavenly Cookies!
You know it!
smooch!
Whoops- I got in the way–
and that one landed on me!
Ok. You win. I need to take a bath and get my jammies on. I also need to sew together a pillow casing for this decorative pillow I decided to create. And I should practice my guitar.
yeah, like any of that’s gonna happen. The bath will–I’m not dirty.
It’s gonna be a smooching contest in here now, isn’t it???
Skimmed through. Got home late because I went to see the new Narnia movie after work. It was fun, although I liked Indiana Jones better.
Back tomorrow with something semi-substantial.
Off to sleepy bye…hugs to all…
GT
Sorry about Hansel, Spaz. :: hugs ::
I got some packing done. It’s mostly books, I’ve discovered. Books and clothes. Big surprise.
Are you mailing all the books or air freighting them or what?
Sorry about your chameleon, Spaz.
<tries very hard to not get squicked out by reptile climbing in hair. Fails.>*
*I’m sure it was nice. I tend to be squeamish about reptiles How old is Hansel? Was/is there a Gretel? It’s hard to lose a pet.
I’m probably going to dump them on my godmother (she lives near-ish, in Naperville - I can bribe The Guy to drive me out there, I suppose). It would cost me a fortune to send them back home, and whatever happens I’m probably going to be coming back to the US in a year at the latest.
Yay on the promotion, Eels! I’m glad that the MMP job mojo is working for you. Let’s hope there’s still a little mojo left over for me. 
Sorry to hear about your little reptilian buddy, Spaz.
{{McUne}} Actually, I think you need the MMP job mojo more than I do. It’s all yours.
swampus, your sangria needs a dose of sugar and a few glugs of OJ to reach true nirvana, IMO. I usually go with:
2 bottles of decent red (not too dry)
2 cups soda water or fizzy lemonade
1/2 cup fresh squeezed OJ
1/4-1/2 cup brandy (depending on how strong I want it)
~1/4 cup sugar (more or less depending on taste)
chopped up apples/oranges/pears/lemons
You can also sub cheap bubbly for the red and use only peaches, pears and lemon for an interesting variation. Dunno 'bout kiwi and strawberries, but I suppose they’d be okay (albeit not authentic at all).
… and now I’m craving sangria. 'Cept it’s still cold and wet outside, so we had some split pea soup and summer sausage sandwiches for dinner instead. I can’t believe that it’s June 2nd and I resorted to SOUP. ::grumble mutter mutter hrrmph::
Muppet I read about sugar in sangria but wondered. I like your version too. I’m thinkin’ strawberries cause I have some fresh strawberries that I picked myself. I already froze a bunch and these are for eatin’. I shall report on their suitablity in sangria. Pears sound like they’d be really nice.
Ok the sleepy meds I took are finally workin’.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Evening, everyone. I completely lost the battle to stay upright late this afternoon, so crawled in bed to take a nap. Within the next half hour, every time I was nearly asleep the phone rang. Four different times. Twice the cell phone, twice the house phone. Neither had not rung all day up to that point.
:smack: :smack: :smack:
So at that point I gave up napping, but I did stay in bed. I’m about ready to give up and die for the night – weather permitting, knock wood; we had some storms pass nearby and more are passing through overnight but they do tend to miss our area most of the time, which makes both me and Rusty very happy – but if need be, I made Papa Tigs clear his stuff off the bed in the front room. He uses that as a dressing room now that snowbunny/Swan Angrifier has moved out.
Congrats on the promo and the lovely raise, Eels! May the good MMP job mojo work for everyone else who needs it, too!
And I’m sorry about your chameleon, Spaz. Is that a photo of him? He’s beautiful, if it is him!
Okay, if I missed anybody/anything else, ,consider yourself responded to appropriately/inappropriately. I’m off to sleep now, and hopefully feel better in the morning. Og knows I can’t feel much worse!
What a nice evening! Obama’s the official nominee, gave a kickass speech after Grampy McSame held a lackluster babble fest to a tiny audience of the whitest people New Orleans has to offer that was summarily interrupted by the announcement that Obama won the primary race. I’m feeling very bubbly and cheerful, probably due in no small measure to a dose of appreciation I had earlier–apparently Himself likes me or sumpin’… 
Sorry 'bout your lizard, Spaz, that’s sad–I think chameleons are so cool, especially around feeding time!
Mmmm, sangria sounds so good right now,especially the bubbly version with fresh peaches and strawberries–I’d probably end up with it all over me… tee hee…
Yay, Eels, you go girl! With a big old pay raise like that I guess the chocolate and cupcakes are on you for at least a couple weeks! mmmm, cupcakes & chocolate!
MWAH!!! <3 {{{MMP}}}
Yeah, I felt like playing too… 
There will not be a day off. There will be laundry.
What do you say I ditch TVMan and you and I forget all this work crap and run away together?
On a more serious note, I really should be sleeping, but instead I’m laying here in bed crying my eyes out over many things that are easier said than done… Guess I’ll try to get to sleep now.
:: hugs for Pie and doggie ::
The Guy dropped by unexpectedly a couple hours ago. Now I am most definitely ready for bed. :: insert wicked smile here ::
Well, this is fun. There is a leak in my roof. I’ll be getting on ladders as soon as it’s light out. Even more fun. In the meantime, I’ve moved everything out of the way of the leak.
Guess who’s not going to work in the morning…?
GT
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.