I get a “Forbidden!” message when I try to go there.
I had PB&J, or technically almond butter and twin berry jelly, for lunch. Sometimes you just need a PB&J. It was goooood.
And I picked up my knives from the knife sharpening place. I’m so excited that there’s an actual knife sharpening store just up the road from home! Maybe I’ll actually get my knives sharpened regularly from now on!
I have a nice summer-weight sweater on today, and it’s really soft, and I really like it. But… it’s leaving fuzz everywhere. GRRRRRRRR.
Just google Nobska Lighthouse and you’ll see some really nice pics!
I’m home. Nephew is at the airport, waiting to board his plane, probably within the hour. **FCD **is in the shower, and when he’s all clean, I think we’ll go get something to eat. Altho it is a bit early.
Yay, rigs!!
Hugs and gropes all around as appropriate. I got nothin’…
Yay on the library job rigs! I know you’ve been wantin’ it bad.
Boo on teh sick all you sickies.
Yay! Special Agony Aunt Ryl just for lil’ ol’ me!
I worked eleven today. Ugh! I will not do that tomorrow however. Nope. It’s my bday.
What? All I ever said was you are six months and six days older than me. I never said when my bday was. It ain’t my fault you went and did the math.
Speakin’ of bday, I have been informed by JoeDawgDaddy and Partner that my presence is desired for dindin tomorrow. Ok, they said I could bring along ol’ y’all know who too. Anywho, we shall dine upon steak, shrimp, twice baked N.O.T., rolls, sallit and lemon icebox pie. I drool at the thought! Lemon icebox pie is my favorite kind of pie and JDD makes a dang good one. MMMMMMMM… I’m bein’ spoilt!
Yays, boos, hugs, trouts, chitlins, noogies, wedgies, how you doin’s as needed.
Too tired to try to catch up - or rather too wilted. My box of kosher salt is completely soaked.
Bit of excitement as I was leaving work - I stopped in the euphemism for my pre-drive pit stop, and as I was washing my hands, the fire alarms sounded. I work on the third floor. my department’s fire warden had told me to, in such situations, go into the stairwell (the doors are flame and heat retardant) and await further instructions. So I did. Everyone that was scrambling down the stairs stopped to make sure I was okay. They all promised to tell security that I was there. I had also called them myself. After about 10 minutes, one of the security guys came into the stairwell on the first floor and looked up at me. “You okay?” “Yup. just waiting for instructions” “Well, you can use the elevator now, it was a false alarm”. Except that when I exited the building, there were two fire trucks and one ambulance, so I have no idea what really happened.
I also got some sad news - one of my theatre professors passed away yesterday. I am quite :(.
Really? I see it. Hmmm… Just do what **FCM **suggested. I’m too lazy to find another pic. It’s a lighthouse, folks–it’s not hard to imagine what it looks like…
I couldn’t be arsed to go down the stairs to the basement pantry to get baking chocolate, so I crushed up some peanut M&Ms and made bar cookies with them. They need some chocolate chips in them (not enough choc, too much peanut), but otherwise, they’re good.
I’m sure you’d all like to know that my stomach has been blah all day. As a matter of fact, I even had GilaMonster come deliver lunch because I was feeling… unpredictable.
Otherwise, I haven’t really kept up. Hugs, etc. to everyone.
Ewww, that sounds miserable, Taters. So sorry to hear that.
Good luck sorting out the job stuff, rigs!
Feel better, Pie.
rosie, hee.
Thanks for the good wishes everyone! The Cipro seems to be helping. Or maybe it’s just the time passing and me eating what I should have been eating several days ago. Or a little bit of both.
I’m trying to get to bed a bit earlier tonight. Couldn’t sleep till very late last night. Already napped for about an hour, but am going to try to get to bed in the next half hour or so…
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN Instead of workin’ late today, I’m goin’ in early. Yeah, that’ll show ‘em I mean bidness about not workin’ late on my birthday!
Taters that’s waaaaaaaaay hot! I mean, we get that here too and I hate it when it gets over a hundred.
BioRosie sorry to hear about your college professor. The Shatner/Palin thing though, HEE!
Ok, gotta go get some more caffiene and some brekkies.
