Dental Hygiene

Nobody noticed I was missing this week? I am crushed; crushed I say to you all. sniff

Actually, I was in Phoenix where the temps (sorry Ex , you didn’t put me in your exclusionary list) were a balmy 78 degrees. Unfortunately my TDY was so rushed that I really didn’t get any time to enjoy anything. Oh, I did get to spend TWO HOURs to go 18 miles to get to my hotel. Apparently, rush hour starts at around 3:00 in Phoenix. What a pain. However, upon my return home on Wednesday night Mr. Taters had a dozen red roses waiting for me. No, it’s not because my two day absence caused him great anguish and gnashing of teeth. He thought it was our anniversary. I had to gently tell him that our wedding anniversary is NEXT week. Hey! At least he remembered, he was just early. I think it’s funny.

I am sure you will be pleased to note that I flossed…I don’t want no chunks of anything stuck in my choppers.

I am not making dinner tonight. I will be eating dinner in the dome car of the Spirit of Washington dinner train. The hubby has ordered some kinda stuffed chicken for me. I would much rather have had the prime rib, but oh well. One of the stops for the dinner train is at a winery where we will be allowed ahem sample some of it.

It should be pleasant evening.

Speaking of mushrooms (well some of you did), chanterelles are my favorite. They have a sorta “beefy” flavor to them. I love them in eggs, I love them in gravy, I love them on top of my steak, I just love them. I spend inordinate amounts of time in the fall to go and get them in the woods. I am too cheap to pay 10 or more dollars a flipping pound at the store or market. Besides, the store mushrooms are usually looking mighty sad. Nope, mine are nice and fresh and healthy looking. I get big giant ones, medium ones, and leetle tiny ones that I leave whole when I cook em up. I have been going out every fall to collect these things since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. Way before they became a big buck business.

Finally, no offense to anyone, but really, I just don’t get the fascination with hot wings (or wangs). Maybe I’ve only just had really crappy ones or something. I’m just not all that impressed with them.

Well, I need to do some work now.

Whoops!

I’m a little late with this, but everybody please give your best wishes/say a prayer/send good vibes to welby.

He’s having his eyes lasered today.

It’s supposed to snow tomorrow morning into Sunday.

Good: I don’t feel guilty for staying inside all day - especially since it’s a weekend, and I don’t have to try working from home.

Bad: I don’t know if I’ll feel enough guilt to force myself out Sunday morning to shovel out the car so I can go to church.

And thanks Rue for reminding me - I should pick up some bread when I go shopping tonight. I also am going to pick up butter - because I’m making brownies Sunday night. I would make them tonight, but I still have chocolate pudding in the fridge.

And I have a great new word (or at least new to me). I was IM’ing with someone in the UK (work stuff), and he told me to have a spiffing weekend. Spiffing - I like that.

Have a spiffing weekend!

Susan

What do you mean? **Swampy ** mentioned you by name - said he got you good and drunk and fed you salmon patties and english peas. Can’t ask for more than that!

No, what gets me is that the thread goes and gets all (what was the phrase? porno-ed up?) anyway, all dirty without me! You can’t go and get porno-ed up without me! Well, you can, but at least let me watch!

We’re almost out of toilet paper too, although we do have bread, in case of emergency.

It’s the low carb stuff with lots of fiber, too.

Taters was really drunk too. Kept babblin’ on about being Phoenix or sump’n like that. Then there was this thing about how she was ridin’ on this train swillin’ down wine. She’s a trip when she’s drunk I tell ya.

Well, you’d better rush out and get some TP then. All that fiber has a way of um…working itself out in the end.

Low carb toilet paper or low carb bread? I’m confused.
-swampbear (who has at least three unopened 4 packs of tp in his house at all times)

D-ayum, I musta been snockered. I don’t remember any of that! I mean, how could one forget a character such as our beloved Swampy? I can’t believe I’d ever get that snockered.

Speaking of swilling wine, I hope the wine I get is not swill. Nothing worse than drinking a glass of vinegar.

…and Swampy, dearheart, pay attention, I meant that Bumba needed TP because the bread was all fiberey and stuff. I know that you knew that, you’re just playing with me ‘cause you think I’m still all snockered and stuff. That would not be a good thing seein’ as how I’m at work.

Well, now I have to push out a report then leave at noon. Turns out I need to buy some slacks for the hubby so he can be decently dressed for our dinner train adventure. He keeps losing weight and all his slacks are too big. The big snot!

Is that as a euphemism for poop?* I hate going at work. I want the comfort and privacy of my own home.

*Be careful about toilet paper and poop talk, or we get lieu in here and, well, let’s just say prehensile rectums are scary.

I hear lieu does vanity searches for the works poop and toilet at least twice a week. He’ll be here anytime now. :smiley:

SIGH!! We started out all high-minded what with all the flossing talk. Cleanliness is next to Ogliness, don’tcha know. Now we are reduced to poop talk. :rolleyes:

Ah, well, let the weekend begin!

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[li]Poop[/li][li]Toilet[/li][li]Hi, lieu[/li][/ol]

I think it’s really funny that’s lieu’s reputation as Board Poopmeister rests largely on an OP written by Billy Rubin. (Which is a whack of a clever username.)

Our boy lieu definitely has the edge in consistency, though. How’s that for a “poop” straight line?

Nah, I really meant that I had to put out a report. However, the folks who are supposed to act on the data that appears on the report may regard it as poopy because it’s work.

Besides, I can’t do “the business” at work. I must have the privacy of my own bathroom at home.

Oh, and I think lieu is entirely ensconced in Airman Doors’ thread. It is about **lieu’s ** favorite subject.

Wanders in . . . looks with shock and awe at what you five have done to a thread on DENTAL HYGIENE!!! :eek: and runs screaming from the thread.

We started at the top and worked our way to the bottom. Everything is all clean and ready for the weekend now. :smiley:

Um, have I mentioned that I’ll get to meet lieu when I got to Houston in a coupla weeks? Are you jealous?

Speaking of snow, as Rue was, we’re supposed to get it good, weatherwise. Southern MD is expecting snow, then freezing rain, then more snow. Which means our trip to the boat show in Philadelphia ain’t gonna happen. On the other hand, I’ll be snowed inwith my sweetie. And we’ve got a whole lot of firewood. And lots of TP, and plenty of bread. I did grab a gallon of milk when I stopped at WalMart for a curtain rod, so we’re good for the weekend.

I even have the makin’s for a chocolate cake!! Woohoo!

Word to the wise: make sure that Senor Lieu washs his hands before you greet each other.

Which five? This is a team effort, I’ll have you know. Even the most innocent of postings can lay the foundation for poop talk to come. No one escapes responsibility; the fart, poop, penis head, drunken, food orgy which is the MMP is part and parcel of us all, we are all accountable.

And proud of it!
Am I the only one who thought that Bumba’s potential dilemma (lots of fibar and no TP), could be resolved by the simple use of the low carb, high fiber bread as TP?

No, **Kallessa **, you’re not the only one who made that connection.