I want. Seriously.
Been sick, sort of better today. Hair in cheese danish this am, bleck! Not mine, thankfully, hair or danish. 13 more days to go in busy season.
sure, one could. but why would one want to? And where is Uncle Andrew and his current squeeze?
I ate a piece of plastic fork. Third bite of salad, I bit down too hard. I thought I spat it out, and looked for it as I continued eating (do you know how difficult it is to type while a kitteh tail whips across the keyboard?) but when I was finished, I saw no bit of plastic at the bottom of the dish. :eek:
To everyone, my sig:
Glad the royal wedding made a splash. So for those who want them, what would you do with them? Set them out in your living room for company to enjoy when they come to visit? Have pretend royal weddings? I’m still slightly confused as to the purpose of tacky knitted royalty. :dubious:
So the Project from Hell reared its ugly head again today. And… I missed a big group of people who should have been included. ::sigh:: 
Huh. Weird.
It’s been a very quiet day and I’m considering ordering dinner again. I feel all guilty because I should be slaving away making an elaborate meal, except that at least two people won’t be eating it and Mr. Lissar got sushi last night so clearly (if I can eat it) we should get Indian. Right?
**LiLi **- of course you should be ordering. Sheesh, what were you thinking? Elaborate meal? <shaking head…>
I watched most of season 2 of 30 Rock, then dragged myself off the couch to mix up the buffalo chickie dip **FCD **needs to take to work tomorrow. If he comes home and asks me again what’s for dinner, I might have to hurt him. Apparently sick is no excuse for not cooking…
We shall see if I feel more normal in the morning. I’m tired of being sick…
The thing is… the thing is… most Indian food has onions, and Mr. Lissar doesn’t eat onions. But I don’t eat sushi.
Sounds like what Toronto needs badly is an Indian Sushi restaurant. 
Beast stew and herb bread for dindin. YUM! Tomorrow is soup 'n sammich at the church house. Now to figure out the rest of the week’s dindins. Life is so hard!
taxi of course I’d display it prominently in the livin’ room. It would become a cherished possession and I’d be the envy of all my friends and relatives. When I die there’d be a fight over who inherits it the likes of which has never been seen on Judge Judy or Springer.
Think I’ll go beddy bye now.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Good morning all, and happy hump day!
LiLi, I hope you ordered out last night, and I hope it was Indian - MrLissar can pick out the onions. 
Ya ya, I know, the flavor permeates, but still … I hope FCM is feeling better today - we may only have three more days of irk before the government shuts down, unfortunately.
Where is everyone this morning?! I’m a bit later than usual, but none of the other early birds have posted yet!! Hope everyone is okay!! I’m caffeinating and have had some cottage cheese and an english muffin, so am just about ready to go to work. Have a good day all!
Good morning.
What’s so good about it?
Blurf. I got nuttin.
blink
blink blink
slap self
go to bathroom, wash face with cold water
Right. OK, yeah, I am awake for real…
Yesterday I made a sort of booboo: I got a bunch of calls about the things I was selling, but except for a woman who wanted something else, most were after the rowing machine and/or the big telly. I got confused with two guys by the same name who wanted the rowing machine and told them both to come by thinking it was the same dude who’d both emailed and phoned (some people can’t keep an appointment, others will stop short of calling your Mom to tell her to tell you - but only because they don’t have her number). The first one came and took the rowing machine, the big TV, the smaller TV I’d been using as a computer monitor, didn’t take the computer itself or the cards table because I refused to sell them, decided he wasn’t interested in the white folding table, told me he’d measure to see whether the matching bookcases fitted where he was thinking of putting them.
He’s called and will be by today to take pretty much “everything else”. If he does take the sofa I’ll have to buy a folding chair so I can sit at the cards table; good thing I have the airbed, because he’s taking the two beds!
It’s for his son’s flat, but I do have a feeling it’s his wife who said “everything! We want everything!” I reckon it was basically a choice between having someone pick it up and give me some money for it or paying someone to come pick it up, so whatever he gives me is good. They reckon I’m absurdly cheap and hey, a lot of that furniture actually matches, which is more than most first-time-owners or -renters can say.
Pays for the gas and the stopover in Mérida to see the Roman ruins and whatever Conquistadores-era stuff they have
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, caffienated and brekkied so no yawns. ‘Tis coolish out. It’s only 39 degrees Amurrkin as I post! :eek: Mercy me, there may be an iceberg in the pool! High will be mid 70’s however and it will warm right up again to the mid 80s startin’ tomorrow. So, no worries, da bear will not freeze up.
Hope all the sickies are better!
Now, unfortunately, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
Up, caffeinated, off to irk. Hockey tonight.
The Indian place’s phone line was persistently busy, so I ordered potato pizza, which I like and Mr. Lissar doesn’t. It was great.
Morning. Baby woke too early, because very cranky, has been put back to bed. I just tried to Get Gnat up and he asked to sleep a little longer. More tea and internet time for me!
I lied. I just remembered a weird dream from last night, in the surreal sense. Something about playing golf in the house with lit road flares instead of balls. I kept going into the water hazard, too.
:dubious:
Happy Wednesday, everyone! LiLi, of course you should have ordered dinner and it should really have been Indian despite Mr Lissar’s strange attitude towards onions. He can always just pick them out, right? Potato pizza sounds odd but if it is what you like, then what’s wrong with that?
I am having a wasted afternoon at home. Well, not exactly wasted because the insurance company are sending a “door engineer” to look at the damage to the back door, just to make sure it really is damaged. After that, they can schedule a replacement. When they rang this morning, their best offer was that he could be here between 1pm and 5pm, meaning that I was the one who had to be here by 1pm. So today I was at work for a grand total of 2hrs 50mins before clocking out to come home.
If he had been more specific, I could have stayed at work until at least 3pm and been home in time for him since he’s still not shown up yet. I have not been totally unproductive though, I have answered some work emails and I have vacuumed the floors so at least the place is slightly cleaner than it was before.
Nava, I am with you on the job front. I have been chasing HR for news as my job is a position that’s funded on a 3-year basis and that’s due to run out at the end of July. As ever in academia, my post is necessary but although this is an acknowledged fact, nobody in the med school or the public health dept wants to put it on their budget code. I have to keep reminding them of the ‘no money no workee’ situation.
I dreamed that aliens were dropping bombs on Long Island ::shudder::
LiLi, is Mr. Lissar allergic to onions, or does he just not like them?
If he’s allergic than that’s okay, if he just doesn’t like them, then…
are you married to my brother?!?!? :eek:
Bobbio, if I was playing golf with lit flares, i’d keep going into the water hazard too.
Rosie, let 'em have Long Island, who needs it?
Alla youse sickies, stop that! Right now!
That’s all I got.
He’s not allergic, he just throws up. Really throws up. Even if they’re picked out. My cooking changed dramatically when we got married.
Argh, Gnat is driving me nuts. Must not kill him. He’s been screaming on and off for two hours.