As much as I complained about this place when I first moved in, I like it now. And I have good neighbors. There’s an apartment at the end of the hall that’s for rent, and others in the building for sale. Somehow it will work out.
Spidey, even Allan Sherman can’t make me laugh today. Maybe tomorrow.
If Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda won’t make you crack a smile, the situation is hopeless.
=(
For Rosie:
This May you’ll have some rotten luck, so what is there to say?
I hope next May is better and good luck will come your way
And you won’t have this feeling of dismay
Next May
I haven’t heard that song in about 40 years, yet remember all the words.
Because 5.5 FEET of snow hasn’t been enough, the jamokes in charge decided to send another 2-4 inches our way. I am so effin’ sick of winter.
Guess what day it is!!!
Happy Hump Day!
It’s a bright sunny 29 degrees with a projected high of 38.
I have to go and let out hellpup and her sister riverpup today.
I got prescription refill yesterday and have to call the drug company today because my pink pills are white this time. I’m sure it’s okay but I won’t feel safe unless I call to make sure I got the right stuff.
My friend and I have decided we want to go to Mardi Gras next year. We’ll be the ones lifting our skirts to show our boobs.
You all are going to regret this, I think. Even if the nickname is ironic. 
What kind of lease are you on now?
my current lease expires April 30 2014
With some white-out you can make it 2015. 
You live in New Yawk. Squat.
I have met Mrs. Raymond J. Johnson, Jr. The more aged Mumpers will know what this means. You younguns can go google it and learn. Seriously. The woman has two different last names accordin’ to which document(s) she produces. Johnson on some and Jackson on others. Big problem because her SS and her driver’s license do not match up. And she wonders what the delay is in gettin’ started. :rolleyes:
googles
They used to advertise Natty Light?
Dammit, I thought I had successfully forgotten about RJJ. Until now.
But you doesn’t have to call her Johnson.
Well the neighbor’s toilet inflow pipe broke, and they got 2" of water in the moshpit, and I got light rain. And darkness, because 1st thing I did was flip the breakers because water pouring out of electified fixtures is a very bad thing. I now have 6 indutrial fans and a giant humidifier going at “11”. Also very little sleep. And 5 Egyptian plagues to go. 
: throws beads at sari :
((((rosie)))) again.
At least it wasn’t the outfow pipe. That would be a shitty deal.
I wouldn’t put up with that sort of crap.
I did make it down to do a bit of gardening today, but not a whole lot. Feeling pretty rough 'cos my skin’s decided it doesn’t want to do its job again, which it seems to be doing a lot lately, hence the doctor visit. They pretty much took one look, went ‘Urk’, and gave me all the prescriptions they could think of I have to go back on firday to check if they’re doing anything.
I hope some of them work, I’m sick and tired of this. Especially the tired, it’s too itchy to sleep 
Mawnin Mumpers and Happy Humping Day
I got nuthin but blurf
Jim
As it turns out I doesn’t has to call her Johnson. 
I now have a for real documented last name. Go Me!
BBBobbio can one ever truly forget ol’ RJJJ?
Genius we didn’t say RJJJ was a class act now did we? Also, “What’s more natural than Natural Light!” Also known as Bud Lite that failed the quality test. Also known as the I wanna get drunk for cheap beer.
It’s cold and ick out. I want to go crawl under my blankie and snooze.
doggio is your upstairs neighbor Winnie the Poo?
Ugh… I hate that feeling of teeth not fitting the way they used to after going to the dentist. And it’s no help that Mr. Tongue keeps exploring the new filling - it’s on the back of a front tooth, so it’s very explorable.
Howdy from da cave! Tonight’s dindin features salmon patties, smashed N.O.T., English peas, and bizkits. It’s quick and since it’s fish, represents the solemnity of Ash Wednesday. Also, it’s southern comfort food on a cool, drizzly, dreary day.
This bein’ Ash Wednesday we shall go forth to the church house this evenin’ to get ashed. We shall have the Sign of The Cross in the form of ashes smudged upon our foreheads as YP reminds us that from dust we were made and to dust we shall return. Acutally it’s a nice service.
And that’s the news from swampland.