“surrender” my eye! I’ll be back when you least expect it.
(you’d best sleep with one eye open, bucko)
eta: and what did swampbeEr ever do to you?
takes the some of the pebbles and dirt clumps left behind and throws them at LOUNE when his back is turned. They nail him right in the back, and I duck, run, and hide behind the nearest object
Hey, you’re the one that threw a flaming shoe in his beer, not me.
Call it what you want. You surrendered. You’re welcome. I can get evil when I have to.
I brought you in these boards, McUNE, I can take you out.
chases after her with a wiffle bat, paddling her mercilessly
(go back to watching Shrek! who invited you in here?!?)
I wasn’t watching Shrek, I was playing Shrek the Third the video game. Get it right, geez.
Oooo, I like being paddled, especially those love pats your doing there. 
:o
Wah. Either way, you’re up to no good. I can tell because you’re a girl.
You say that before a mega-paddling. You haven’t faced the fury of my mighty bat-o’-paddlin’.
Wow, what have you people been doing in the what…5 hours or so since I left work?
Ok: Yes she is. She’s about early 30-ish, petite, long-sh blonde hair. Perky’s a good word.
I am NOT a steaming pile of sexy. I’m kinda plain if anything. On a good day. With the right lighting (ie: dark).
So, I don’t get it. Yeah, I’m no way going near that kind of thing, I’ve had to work hard enough as is at being a decent husband, I’m not blowing it now.
And yeah, it’s kinda icky only because I deal every day with principals, assistant principals and their secretaries. This one’s at a school we have that’s opening this year, and she’s new to the position, since well, it’s a new position. So there’s going to be no avoiding her.
Hey rigs, my cousin that was just here - her daughter is thinking BU is possible too. She’s also looking at Northwestern, Villanova (she has swimming/water polo connections there), The UC (hi haze!!), and I think some place closer to home - Santa Clara.
I saw the Simpson’s Movie today!!!
NO ONE wanted to go with me here, so I went by myself. There were only about 8 of us in the theater.
Ok, time to get some more laundry done.
Did you like it?
I did yeah, but then I even like a lot of the years of the show that we’re not supposed to because the writing was “lame”.
I’ll sing that song (I won’t say, in case anyone hasn’t seen it) the rest of the week.
Holy crap, people. Don’t you guys have jobs or lives or anything? 
I just had another long theological debate with the co-worker who usually argues with me, this time about the existence of evil. I think we should sell tickets at work. Or maybe warn people not to come in.
Off to bed.
Bob’s all good besides his obvious problems. Been a while since I saw Doc H though.
Vet: “Oh good, you’re the girl that doesn’t get grossed out by anything! Here, hold this vial of blood!”
Thanks Doc. You’re a real class act. 
I’d probably fall for it in this heat. Note to self: carry chef’s knife at all times! Especially if going into a meat locker. Nothing like a little carpaccio to help cool down…
Wow, the children have really been playing tonight! Are you all going to have to get sent to bed without your supper for misbehaving? You know no hitting is allowed in the MMP! Sheesh, kids these days, don’t even know how to behave…
Yay for horsie Bob’s lack of extra problems! Poor guy has enough to contend with as it is. 
But I know he’ll do well in your care, Queen Bear; do keep us updated, with photos and such, as he gains weight and turns into a happy horsie! Sorry it’s so hot there, though. I gather you don’t have air conditioning? Or you don’t get to spend enough time in it if you do? I lived in California for a few years without AC, but I was also only about a mile in from the coast and caught the ocean breeze, so there were only about two days a year when I needed it. Obviously, the same could not be said for virtually anyone east of where I was, however.
I forgot to say earlier: Happy Birthday to VunderWife!
You really do have some interesting coworkers, don’t you, LiLi? :dubious:
taxi, why don’t you tell us how you really feel about the beloved forecast?
Okay, off to read more Harry Potter. I decided that I need to reward myself with several chapters at a time, not just one – because, after all, the chapters are real short; it is theoretically a children’s book. Right?
Mama Tigs, thanks for your wellwishes. I went out just a bit ago to give Bob a nice ear and belly scritchin’ and to patch up a few scrapes.
I have a swamp cooler, but it’s reached the point of uselessness, unfortunately. It’s much better now though that the sun went down I’m in the high desert, so it may get blazin’ hot during the day but it gets positively gorgeous at nighttime.
I get really cranky in the winter though 'cause it gets so cold here, so I bundle up, head over the hill to West LA, and promptly sweat to death in the middle of January.
My feet hurt. The stupid janitor did not come today. I have yet to get my visa shit together and finalize my subletter. Please just tell me Monday is over!!!
On a brighter note, I think I’m FINALLY GETTING PAID tomorrow. For a month and a half’s worth of work. Not a lot, but hopefully enough so I can go on the trip to the East coast Scottish Darling and I have planned for so long. She’s offered to lend me money if I need it but I really don’t want to take advantage of her generosity if I can help it. I have a bigger fear of borrowing money than I do of lending it.
WHAT is going on in here? Pebbles, dirt all over the floor…is this a burnt shoe? Who spilled the beer? If you think I am cleaning all of this up you’ve got another think coming…
Libby isn’t doing well - she had a “breathing incident” during the night, which means another clot may have moved to her lungs. They didn’t do the surgical procedures, so no IV port and no filter. I am very worried about her.
I got the earring cards in the mail today, so I have spent most of the evening putting earrings and necklaces on cards and packing things for the next show. We are thinking about doing “Christmas Made in the South”, the booth rental is expensive but people come to that show with the intention of spending money, so it might be worth it. We’ll see. Some of the shows I’ve been looking into want, in addition to pictures of some work, “a picture of the artist at work”. WTF? Why in the world would someone want a picture of me in my jammies?
I have an appointment Thursday to see the “financial screener” at a health clinic here. This will determine how much my visit will cost. Hopefully it will be reasonable so I can find out what is going on with the bloating and the swollen feet. It’s a catch-22; I need to lose weight, but my feet hurt so bad I can’t walk for any distance.
Now ya’ll behave! No hitting and no throwing stuff! And clean up this mess!
Excuse me? Is this another magic decoder ring typo? Because it doesn’t even sound nice.
What the fmeep was going on in here while I was gone [sub]and why wasn’t I invited[/sub]? It makes the SDMB Initiation Rite look like a meeting of the Taiwanese legislature! (No, that’s not right. “A meeting of the Anglican Church of Canada”? “A departmental meeting at work?” Hmm. Let me get back to you on this.)
::sneaks up on LOUNE’s bed and places two large hairy mutant taratulas near his feet, aiming them faceward::
::runs back to bed and pulls the covers up to give the appearance of having been asleep the whole time::
Er, Sunspace is asking for tarantulas in his bed.
I say you’re weird cause you don’t like beer.
LOUNE, young man, what do you mean spilling my beer! Now go to your room. No TV or dessert this week for you!
Mornin’ Y’all! Well, it’s mornin’ where I am. Work was kinda dull today. Just normal stuff. No explodin’ beer cans or beer moshes. Everything ran well. So, I’m really scared what tomorrow’s gonna be like. :eek:
Ok, I’m off to beddy bye cause I’m sleepy now.
Nitey Nite!