I got 2/3 of my presecriptions. The pharmacy is waiting for the Dr to call back and approve another refill. Of course, it would be for the one that **FCD ** had only 1 tablet left. I tell him we can refill when he has 1o left, but does he listen? Of course not. Sheesh… :rolleyes:
I got a few drops on my windshield as I drove home from CVS, but not enough to matter. And now we’re looking at another week sans rain. My poor, poor yard…
I should go downstairs and decorate another doggy, but I’m too tired. And tomorrow, I may have a looooooooong day, so it’s looking like it might not be till Weds till I can get to the studio. This employment stuff really sucks. I need a sugardaddy. Or, wait, I saw where Paris Hilton’s grandfather disinherited her - wonder if he’ll take me on?? A girl can dream, right?
MagicEyes: For hobo chicken, start off with a couple cans of baked beans and mix in honey mustard, brown sugar, onion, garlic and seasonings to taste. Pour over boneless skinless chicken breast, lay bacon strips on top and bake. I can dig up the actual recipe if anyone’s interested. It’s so good, and filling.
As I’m typing this the Fearless Husband (Flusband?) is watching “Attack of the Show” and I hear “Chocolate Rain” from this thread playing, as one of their top five videos on the net right now. Ooh! An interview! His speaking voice sounds exactly like his singing voice, for the record.
Welcome JulieFoolie (cute name) and positive vibes heading your way
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Wow - 3 pages already.
Is LOUNE hiding from me? Since I am unable to play during the day, I hereby assign whoever wants it as my proxy in the schoolyard fight
::hands over dirt clumps and pepples::
Here are an unlimited supply of Hugs, Yays, Boos, Pats-on-back, Slaps-upside-heads, and <snerk>s. Distribute as needed.
Well, I got a nasty headache at work today and left an hour early. There was some pie in the break room, but it wasn’t medicinal pie. I know this because I had a couple pieces of it.
Hell, I just woke up; two hours after I got home from work. My head still hurts, but not as bad as before (I think).
Now, for the 75 dollar question, that was a typo, RooPoo. Between my headache and my BlackBerry with its qwertylicious keyboard, I picked the wrong word. “Are” is supposed to be “see”.
I see no rosie here, so I accept her unconditional surrender. I’m gracious about it too.
I was picturing Herman going to the beach or the cabin, going boating, things like that. I hadn’t pictured a roller coaster. That’d be awesome!
As more of my coworkers have tried them, more people are saying they like them. And we all like that they come in 3 individually sealed sleeves inside the box. They stay fresher that way! Why don’t regular Oreos come that way??
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate the forecast? No? It’s been months and we have all kinds of newbies who have no idea of the level of my loathing for the forecast? So I should describe in detail how much I #&^%@# HATE this thing? That it’s after 7 pm (when I usually work until 5) and I’m still at work? Well, I would go on and on about it, but I’m exhausted from working on the @#&*(#% forecast so I won’t bore you all with the details. But suffice it to say that I will run screaming from any future jobs that mention the “f” word.
I almost forgot that I wanted to post this again for anyone who missed it the first time around. It’s the long-anticipated, breathlessly-awaited Ceramics Giveaway!!! Four pieces have been claimed so far: