The kind of people for whom going “neener neener, I beat you up” is even more fun than the beating up.
On further awesomely newsbreaking news, I’s dead; while my brain remembers that I’ve had other jobs which were a lot worse, there are too many things in this one which drag for way too long. Stuff which was supposed to be done months ago wasn’t (it was, but had not been transferred to the final servers), changes ten minutes after the last one, etc. Bleargh.
It’s like sex with The Idiot Boyfriend, waiting for him to finally get off so he’d get off me, only at least I get paid for it and it’s my shoulders and head that hurt, rather than my legs.
Sweeeet Blessed Relief!
The whole bunch of house mates is gone and I am blessedly free to run nekkid if I choose!
No irk until 6
Rosie, FCM and Swampy yes she is miserable, likes to whine and is an idiot. Fortunately the utilities are included in my rent.
I’ll go with the pee-kahn pronunciation if you please, and I’m always up for a little slice of pie.
Got a bunch of phone calls to make and now is perfect with the house empty. I’m having problems with the land line, the cell phone and SO wants me to call about his phone because I can do that without without the use of 4 letter words.
Apes - cute kids!
I just got the sah-boy pics. I had to turn down the photog’s generous offer, he had reduced the elite package down to $459, a savings of $1548! What a deal! I don’t know when class photos started including wardrobe changes and multiple poses.
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moorland how did the show go?
I’ve got to dig out my zils and music.
Well, off to make the dreaded phone calls.
So despite the fact that I’m doing NaNoWriMo in a couple of weeks, I felt compelled to start a different story, one that I have no ending for which means I won’t know when I’m finished. AND I’m doing the 30 Characters in 30 Days Challenge, which I meant to get mostly done this month and haven’t.
Well, it looks like someone I’m married to has an ulcer. I told him I thought that could be part of his problem when we were talking this weekend. So who needs med school?? I can diagnose from my recliner!
I am flat out charging thru my pile of drawings - I did 3 today and I could get another done if I could get a couple of answers. Guess I need to find something else to do.
You’re new 'round heah. You’ll get a pass as soon as the requsite [del]bribes[/del] love offerings of beer and chocolate are made to the [del]usual suspects[/del]MMPer old timers.
Lesson of the day: any discussion of nekkidness will generate a call for pictures.
So, BBBobbio if I said I was postin’ nekkid, what would happen again?
I’s at da cave. I have beans done and chikin ‘n dumplin’s simmerin’. Well, chikin simmerin’ I have yet to put in dumplin’s cause it’s too early yet. Why am I at da cave you ask? I forgot I have a #@# meetin’ at six p.m. no less. Thus, I took off irk earlier so I could make dindin which I won’t get to eat because I won’t have time so instead I’ll go eat not great bbq at the #@# meetin’. However, I promised chikin ‘n dumplin’s to OYKW so here I am makin’ good on the promise. He’s worth it. He knows how to “appreciate.”
That’s because nobody wants to look at nekkid chawklit cake. We want to eat it.
So, I got a call a few minutes ago. Meetin’ is off. Glad they called before I took off for a 45 minute drive. :dubious: The thing is, I wouldn’t have taken off early from irk if I had known earlier because I figured a 45 minute each way drive plus two hours meetin’ counts as irk time. Plus also, I really can’t even bitch about it because I didn’t want to go to it in the first place. I mean, I’d be bitchin’ about not goin’ to a meetin’ I didn’t want to go to anyway. This children, is well, I’m not sure what it is. Frustration perhaps because even though I could work up a really good bitch it would be pointless.
Life is hard! Oh well, I get to eat chikin 'n dumplin’s so that makes it good.
Oh and tomorrow is trash pickup day. Wonder if it’ll happen this week.
flytrap as a matter of fact, when G_d wants chikin 'n dumplin’s he calls. The bad part is it’s always in the middle of the night. The problem is one can’t tell G_d not to call after ten p.m.
BTW dindin was goooooood! Happy full tummies all around da cave!
I had considered doin’ chickin’-n-dumplins today, too, but we did Chinese instead. But guess what tomorrow’s supper will be!
I’s stuffded, and I have enough left over for lunch tomorrow. And there’s ice cream for later. Life is good.
Plus, two weeks from today is the election, and we will, at long last, be delivered from the endless, obnoxious political ads. We hates them! We hates them all!!!
