I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody here picturing you fryin’ bacon in just an apron, Lunch. Mind you, I’m perfectly conscious that I may just have inserted an image of a redhead, naked except for an apron, into every mumper’s unwary brain… :evil:
Nava, please stop with the nekkid frying stuff, it’s not good for my digestion!
How is everyone today? Sorry to hear about the sickies though - Ophie will be pedalling the vibe machine for you. Shadow would probably help but he’s too busy cultivating his bellies these days.
Happy birthday, Cuervo! - hopefully it will be a day that involves games and treats and lots of fuss. For the CAT, you lot. Get your minds out of the collective sewer…
It being Wednesday yesterday, we headed out to the pub with a couple of friends for a few pints of Cornish Knocker which should be enough to keep you sniggering for a while.
VBob - how’s the neighbour?
Shall we settle for “every female mumper’s unwary brain…” ? 
Is your brain unwary? 
And sorry about your Uncle-not-in-law to have been (did I get that right?)
Cancer sucks. 
But yay on your borther’s interview 
Hi all! Drive-by - we have just got the power back on after a 24-hour blackout (spent yesterday/last night/this morning at MIL’s house), so I am trying to get my house back in order (literally). I need to go and cook all my defrosted meats now so I can refreeze them! :mad:
I will catch up and post properly later!
Why, male mumpers don’t have brains? There were complaints from the male benches about the image of swampy all apronified, you know.
Dot, that sucks.
Last time I was home, The Oldsters From Hell (Satan couldn’t get any work done with them around so he sent them over), were at Mom’s, so I stayed at Littlebro’s. One day when we were having lunch, all three sibs together (Middlebro having joined us, since his workplace is just down the street from Lilbro’s flat), Mom called Middlebro in a fit because the electricity in her flat wasn’t working. Well, parts of it weren’t. Since he was actually being paid to work, I went instead; turns out that when she redid the large bathroom several years ago, the electricians separated the circuit in two. Now there’s one circuit for the switches and one for the plugs. Mom was able to finish her cooking and nothing needed to get defrosted, but I can see why she was scared. Specially with Grandma around - Grandma and your MIL could probably go toe-to-toe in a bitching competition, only in our case she happens to be the blood relation.
Happy Birthday Cuervo!!!
Up and at 'em, maybe today can be a short day, I can only hope.
MBG, that’s how I figured Maggie Wonderbeagle’s birthday, too.
Dotty, glad you got your power back. 51C and no power? I’m surprised the meat didn’t cook it self.
zelie, glad you’re better. Remember, we’re here if you ever need a group grope.
BooFae, now I must go to England, if only to go to a pub and order a pair of Knockers.
Feeling a bit better (probably just cuz I know there are antibiotics in there).
I can’t even imagine a 24-hour blackout in those temperatures, Dotty. How awful!
doggio - you’re silly.
Off to make lunch and get ready for work. Almost Friday!!!
GT
Well, male mumpers tend not to have their brains in their heads… er, I mean their heads in their brains… oh, whatever…
Anyway, as long as the image works for you (and **Roo **is sound asleep! :p), it’s OK with me
**Dotty **-- 24 hours!? :eek: Was that on both circuits, or was losing one bad enough to force you out? Why would it take 24 hours to restore electricity if the problem is just peak-hours’ demand? 
:dubious: Is there more to it than just under-developed supply capabilities (or do you suspect there is more to it than you’re being told by the gvmt?)
The last I knew, doing OK. The working assumption by the doctors is profound constipation and blood thinners, and both are usually easily fixed. He’s supposed to come home today.
Today will go in the personal recordbook as one of the all-time strangest. I see the doc today for my pre-op, go over to the horsepistol for the lab work, and then I’m dragging my fugitive wife’s ass to the Suffolk PD to surrender on the warrant they have on her.
I’ve got a whole lot of and :dubious: about this. She’s admitted fault for the wreck from the outset, but Suffolk PD never sent the investigator to the hospital (normal procedure) to talk to her, and that’s usually when they give out the tickets. She hasn’t exactly hidden from them, and both of us have talked to several people from Suffolk PD in getting the accident straightened out, but I find out about the warrant only on Tuesday, when I went to get a new copy of the accident report. :rolleyes:
With any luck, she can plead guilty to the magistrate, we pay the fine on the spot, and off we go. Stay tuned…
Male Mumpers have 2 moving parts, and enough blood to run only one at any time. 
I’m pretty sure I beat you to it (or IOW, I was way a-head of you… :D)
And for Cuervo’s birthday, he’s going to loaf around the house, get scritched a lot, and sleeeeeeeeep like crazy.
Kinda like every other day.
heck, I wouldn’t mind spending my birthday that way (except I kinda spend mst Sundays like that as it is - I swear I was either a cat in a previous life, or I’m warming up to become one next time)
M’iappy M’iaowthday, Cuervo!!!
I’m a redhead, and I did some nekkid frying the other day. I was fixing to get ready for work, and I remembered I needed to brown a pot roast and put it in the crock pot for dinner. I didn’t want to get grease on my work clothes, so I refrained from dressing until I was done frying. I saved my clothes, but a big pop and a splatter of hot grease hit me on the belly, so now I have a red mark in the shape of a dripping grease splotch. :o
That’ll larn me to actually read the thread before I post.
take some food coloring and turn it into a paisley tatoo
rosie, do you know how much it stings when Pepsi comes out your nose???
And arky, as for the nekkid redhead frying, that’s not an image I really need - now if it was a nice olive-skinned man with dark curly hair and deep brown eyes that you feel you could fall into …
What? Sorry, I must have drifted off there!
Our 24-hour power blackout was not a rationing exercise, but the result of some dodgy old cabling, which crapped out and took 24 hours to repair! ETA: absolutely no power whatsoever, nothing, nada, niente, zip, zilch, zero!
Anyway, I still have a lot of stuff to get on with, so I will be back later. In the meantime, yays, boos, hugs and chocolate to be distributed as appropriate.
How you doin’?
Well, apparently…
- He’s hawt… (or at least parts of his skin are. Or were. Once. In (or around) 1960… Go along with me on this one…)
- He needs medical attention.
- Must… resist… temptation
- Oh, it’s OK, I have more than two items on the list anyway
Sounds like a call for Wonder Bob
:smack:
I think I’ll quit while I’m behind.