Then you need to come to the Northern California Renaissance Faire this weekend. Our theme for this weekend is Celtic Invasion, so there will be many men in kilts. Including me.
<snurff> I can commiserate with ya. My sinuses have been gunky for a couple of weeks. Living at Faire site for so long has probably coated my innards with dust. I can certainly attest to the dust that coats my outards!
You’re just teasing me aren’t you! 
Making me think about you in a kilt. You are a bad bad man. But you did make the google ads change to something interesting.
And Curry Plant smells like curry but tastes like the floor of a school bus.
Was there one more evil dwarf named Sleazy, or was that a joke?
Joke’s on her Draelin, I’ll bet. Hardly anyone gets french tips for their very short nails, which is Against the Rules. Yeah, I know, Fashion Police stuff. Plus and, long french tips always remind me of Barbra Striesand in Prince of Tides, where they should have received screen credit, they were such a presence.
Ooooh, insomnia, I’ve got me some of that Lissla. I believe I haven’t slept more than five hours in a row since easter. Today I was up at four thirty in the bedamned morning. I’ll keep my insomnia cooties if you’ll keep yours.
Having raised a scrumptillion chickens, I can assert chickens have no fingers. It is possible they have nuggets, depending upon your definition of ‘nuggets.’ Careful Swampy. Also, maybe the grumpiness is from the Zaxby place you’ve eaten at mucho lately. Have you been ordering off the grumpy side of the menu?
But this is Northern New Jersey, nobody has short nails. 
There’s a nail salon on every block. There may even be more nail salons than convenience stores, now that I think about it.
It’s quite a strange place, really.
Ya know, I just trim my finger nails when they get too long. Works for me everytime.
I’d be sleazy if I could see ACBG. 
I always get the same thing from Zaxby’s. Besides this is the only time I’ve eaten there this week. I was gonna one other day but didn’t. So There! 
Chickens don’t need fingers no how. They can’t write or type and they use their feet for scratchin’ around and stuff. They also smell real bad. Glad they’re not like brussels sprouts which do taste as bad as they smell.
Now it’s hurricane relief at the bottom. What triggered that?
[sup](and french tips are for short nails, not like how I wrote before) I’m tired ya know.[/sup]
Then what’s chicken scratch, huh? Huh?! So There! I agree with you on your fingernail policy. Art paint sticks to polish and I hack my nails off whenever I have to stab the keyboard instead of type.
Yay! Lunchtime!
Now it’s “Pirates, Wenches, and Gypsies.” It’s better than r-i-n-g-s, but still, I just have to wonder where that came from. You’d think men in kilts would give us some Scottish ads. But I like pirates or men in kilts, so either one’s okay with me. Mmmmmmm, kilts.
I must have no style, because I think French manicures are ugly. I’d be fighting not to get the French nails.
I think Sleazy appears in the little-known “Snow White and the Shaggin’ Dwarfs.”
No hurricane ads here. Just Ren stuff at eBay, some pricy kilts and SCAboots.
$218 for a 5-yard kilt? It better be hand-woven wool made from real sheep for that price. My 5-yard cost about $60.
SCAboots is better at least. Very decent costume-grade boots at a nice price. They’ll last a season. If you want longer-lasting, well, you just have to pay the cobbler. The boots that cost me $200 to build ten years ago sell now for closer to $700. But, other than a lot of dust, they still look almost new.
Oh, and what do I wear under my kilt?
Jus’ me boots.
I awoke thinking “Yay, it’s finally Friday!” and I was just about to disable the alarm, when reality smacked me upside the head. So I’ve been less than ecstatic all day. Then this afternoon, I was suddenly filled with dread, and I don’t know why. I’m sure there’s no crisis looming, but something doesn’t feel right.
Fall is definitely here today and tonight. Mid-70s during the day and 40s tonight - I may have to close my windows!! But I’m loving the cool.
Lessee, what else? Surgery a week from today at 1:40. Monday, we’ll meet with the surgeon for whatever once-over he needs before he cuts. Then we pre-register with the hospital. That’ll give us Tues and Weds free, altho my inlaws arrive Tues night, so Weds won’t really be free. As for the rest, I’m still wallowing in denial. Shut up - it works for me!
Oh, a tip for those who own black dogs - don’t let them out at night if they tend to be escape artists. I took Bernie the Evil Hairbag out last night for her evening tinkle. I turned on the floodlights that are aimed in the cleared part of the yard, plus the ones on the far side of the garden shed. But it was well after sundown, and a black dog melts way too easily in the shadows. Usually, I can track her by the white blaze on her chest, but she never faced me. Nor did she come when called. Brat.
I walked around a bit trying to hear her tags clinking, but she was long gone. So I left the garage open and the driveway lights on, and about 10 minutes later, she was at the door, panting, waiting to be let in.
Henceforth, after dark she will be leashed. Stoopit dog.
Kilts kilts kilts. We’ll get links with pictures of men in kilts. Who doesn’t like that?
I honestly don’t give a damn about the nails, and I don’t think the bride did either until Bitchface started whining about it. (Oh, did I call her a name? Look at that, I did! I feel awful … not.)
That’s hilarious. Streisands nails definitely were prominent in Prince of Tides.
They might even have been…like buttah.
:: raises hand ::
I have nails? Oh, I do! How exciting. I have a complicated nail strategy- when they get too long, I cut them. I wear nail polish about once every six months. Black or purple, take your pick. I also don’t wear makeup. I’m not a high maintenance (sp?) at all.
Waiting for food to be done so’s I can eat it. It’s going to be a no vegetables day. The scalloped potatoes have parmesan and mozzarella in them. I hope they finish up soon so I can have a nice 5000 calorie meal before work.
Grrrrr. it’s freakin’ 102 deg (that’s Fahrenheit for all you metric folks out there. Water isn’t actually boiling on the sidewalk) outside right now. On September 29! Stupid California.
You again, eh?
I’d like to volunteer, since it may be my only chance. I’ll be off work and I’m always up early anyway, and I’m sure I can be creative and clever first thing in the morning, first thing in the week.
Can I do it? Can I? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?? <insert sad puppy dog eyes here>
SWOON Stop it you tease!
You’re a trouble-maker, aren’t you?
Now I have new English muffins. Whew! The SO has breakfast for tomorrow. Poor guy, he doesn’t eat anything at work.
I’ve noticed in other threads that whenever the subject turns a bit - how should I put it? - risque, the hurricane ads come up. I’m starting to think maybe they don’t have dirty ads! :eek:
I tried to do the French tips thing with my nails once, but I found I couldn’t pop zits. And we all know how much Dopers love to pop zits! I just couldn’t live with my nails like that. So I don’t do that any more.