I’ll adopt the leftover cats, if there are any. If not, the contents of your fridge.
Yar. Avast ye, scurvy dogs.
Glad I got that out of my systems.
So how’s your ass doing, Drae?
My tummy’s feeling bleh today. Which I could live with, but somebody came around with chocolate chip cookies this morning, and I didn’t want to turn down a cookie so it’s sitting on my desk, smelling particularly good, but my tummy’s still going gurgle gurgle. 
I wanna eat my cookie!
They’re kinda scary. When I was little and watched WoO, the flying monkeys scared the crap outta me.
You know, I’m actually quite pleased that everybody else finds this as funny as I do. 
I’m sitting almost normally, and walking almost full speed. Every now and then, something happens that hurts, so I slow down and sit carefully for a little while, then forget again. Earlier this morning, I had the feeling I wasn’t going to make it through the day, but I’m feeling much better now.
But I’m hungry.
Okay, the ruby slippers go to BiblioCat (but watch out for my sister. I hear she wants them too.), the flying monkeys to swampy, and Herr Bus can have the flying cats, as well as all the other failed experimental flying animals…
Drae, if I die and you need a butt transplant, you can have mine.
Howdy all! I went and did more grocery shopping. Kroger had a 10 for $10 sale, so I filled up the fridge a little bit more.
swampy, Maggie is a girl. She doesn’t use a tree.
Dot, hope you feel better soon. If you don’t get better, can I have your stereo?
Taters, Drae, last time I gambled, I won ten bucks on the nickel slots. 
But you had beer and ice cream. I saw it.
What else did you need? 
Sounds like dinner to me!
I appreciate the offer, but I doubt your butt could handle the strain. 
I just heard from my boss that somebody (who may or may not own the company) had been heard to complain to the HR Lady that I shouldn’t have come in if I was going to walk so slow.
Like he wouldn’t have been furious if I’d stayed home. Grr.
I’d be willing to learn how to iron… Actually, DH does probably 98% of the ironing. He’s strangely into all that 1950s era manual housework from time to time, even to the point of dragging out one of the “Model 10” Sunbeam stand mixers that’s older than I am when there’s a perfectly good industrial-size KitchenAid sitting on the counter. Just as well as he wears the shirts that need ironing. Most of mine can be a bit rumply and still be fine for where I work.
I bought more beer.
Drae too bad we ain’t near each other. See, I happen to be in possession (well, work actually is in possession) of a goodly amount of walkers and canes you could pick and choose from. I’d like to hear somebody complain about you using a walker or cane to help you walk. Cause, I also happens to know where you can file a complaint about stuff like that too.
doggio then maybe Maggie was complaining about how appliance guy ruined the appearance of the tree. She’s a girl and girls care about stuff like that.
Howdy all! I went and did more grocery shopping. Kroger had a 10 for $10 sale, so I filled up the fridge a little bit more.
swampy, Maggie is a girl. She doesn’t use a tree.
Dot, hope you feel better soon. If you don’t get better, can I have your stereo?
Taters, Drae, last time I gambled, I won ten bucks on the nickel slots.
arrrr, matey.
so glad its working again - now I can tell you, when I get home tonight and have time to edit and upload, I’ll post the video link and the pics album link
I just refeshed the thread, and I got my first double posst.
[del]I am off to work[/del] Arr! I be settin’ sail to rape and pillage the Spanish main.
Hide yer rum and your daughters!
Well done. Always have the necessities around!
Well, there are certain disciplinary measures I use to ensure that you understand and retain knowledge of the proper techniques. 
Ok, I’m having a major freak out over the coup in Bangkok. My boss, Mr. Particular, is still there, and is scheduled to fly back to the States tomorrow. While he’s a major PITA, he’s my PITA. But then, I always freak out when “my” people happen to be where there are tanks and martial law and the possibility of bullets and nothing’s happened to any of them yet, so it’s more than likely my streak will continue.
Avast ye scurvy dogs! Hoist ye the mainsail and make course for the seas!
Okay, that’s as piratey as I can get.
Jahdra, I hope your PITA remains safe. It’s always scary when people you know are in situations like that.
Do y’all know who else has been strangely absent? Our beloved Bumbazine! Where has he been? I hope all is okay with him and his family.
By the way, I hate ironing. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Somehow though, I always end up with clothes that require ironing. Go figure. :rolleyes:
Oh! I am not the Spanish Main, or even mainly Spanish, but can I be first? <prepares to be ravaged>
ooh, canine male servant --such a big wooden leg you have!
Ahoy, mateys! This wench can finally post!