There are other parts of the anatomy this could reference as well. Just sayin’.
Lissla, thoughts and prayers are going out for your husband. Please keep us updated.
I’m in job search mode. My job alternates between just kinda eh and really really really boring and frustrating. It’s not the end of the world, but I don’t want to be here in a year. So right now I’m seeing what I could do for the state. With decent pay, 13 vacation days, 5 personal days, and good benefits, it’s not such a bad place to work. And it can’t be more soul-sucking than this!
hugs for Lissa
I had to work for Hallowe’en, four to twelve at my store, and I started out a grouch–a real witch in every sense of the word (pointy hat and all). Boo.
But leftover candy makes eeeeeeverything better. still bouncing on top of the sugar high
Depending on what you’re into, things can get awful messy. In fact, with gay men, you have TWICE the opportunity for glazed dougnutishness. So I’d definitely expect Swampy to be in on this phenomenon, if not the reference to it.
Why yes, I am hitting submit.
FCM might decide to wash our mouths out with soap if we don’t quit talking about <snerk> “glazed doughnuts.” <snerk>
Ican’thearyoulalalalalalalalalalalala… 
Good visit to the doc. He was pleased with my weight loss, especially when I told him I’d started eating better and exercising more. So he had one of his vampires take some blood and that should help him decide what, if any, cholesterol meds I need.
We stopped at the grocery store on the way back, then for fuel (51.7 MPG in the Jetta on this last tank!) and home for yard chores. I planted the last of my bulbs, he mowed/mulched the yard, then we both used blowers to de-leaf the unmowable part of the yard. FCD just got out of the shower, and I’m about to hop in. So I’ll leave you all now with the mental image of me lathering up. 
I hope Mr. Lissla is doing well. Please keep us informed.
I have no idea who or what came to our door last night. We made the girls do candy duty while we sat in the kitchen and priced stuff for the gar(b)age sale and smooched alot.
I’m glad I don’t have to get into the glazed doughnut discussion. Then I would have to tell my strawberry (with seeds) glazed doughnut story. And if youu think FCM is singing loud now …
I just realized that I haven’t had a beer in almost htree weeks. I think I’m going to drive down to where my sweetie is working an have a Yuengling or two.
Count me as another person who didn’t get the “glazed doughnut” thing until it was explained. Maybe it’s a communist YANKEE thing.
Lissla, I hope Mr. Lissar is okay.
taxi, good luck with the job hunt! I hope you find something really cool (and not soul-sucking). Life’s too short for sucky jobs. Bobbio, sorry about your bad job news. It’s their loss.
Now that I’ve been educated about “glazed donuts,” I might not ever eat Krispy Kremes again. That’s probably a good thing, really.
Nope, I’m not a Yankee. (Or a commie.)
I heard some comedian do a bit about the difference between married and unmarried couples. Married couples have sex, and then go to clean up. Unmarried couples just lie basking in the remainders, and wake up looking like a glazed doughnut.
I’m paraphrasing, of course.
Well, I’m not here to talk about doughnuts at all, glazed or otherwise.
'Cause I’m nice, dammit!
Anyway, Sorry 'bout your man Lissla, I hope it’s something relatively minor, like the flu or sumpin. BTW, you letter arrived in today’s mail. It figgers that as soon as I said something about it that it would.
By the other way, Have I ever mentioned that I hate Ford engineers with the white hot fury of a thousand blazing suns? I think I told you that I had a flat tire on the 88 Ranger XLT last night. Well, we were gonna be late getting to the shop for Halloween so I figgered I’d fix the tire this morning. Let me just say that I’ve had a lot of trucks over the years with a lot of different ways to stow the spare tire, and Ford’s way is the most F$%%%ed up, moronic, downright dangerous system I’ve ever had to deal with. I had to lay on the ground, in the pouring rain*, risking the loss of at least an arm at any minute, for almost an hour getting that damn tire outta there.
It took two guys and a big jack** from Les Schwab’s (tire store) ten minutes, with me helping, to get it back in there.
- at least it wasn’t drving rain, 'cause it’s even harder to change a tire whilst driving.
** unless one, or more, of the Les Schwab guys was named Jack, in which case it woulda been a guy and two big jacks, or even three big jacks.
Okay, I’ll stop now.
Excuse me?? I believe that is my line, sir. I suggest you cease and desist, and then find your own schtick. Or I’ll, um, I’ll, er… Well, just quit, 'k??
:eek: 
If you remove the (food) from that list, it sounds kinda kinky. Just what is going on at Ye Olde Waffle House, hmmm?
I was a Halloweenie meanie, and I’m glad! Yesterday some bunch of pit sniffers came to my door about three thirty in the afternoon and slammed on my door. I didn’t jump fast enough evidently, because they nearly took it off it’s hinges the second time they ‘knocked.’ At that point I was half way afraid of what was behind door number one and hesistated. That was when I heard an incredibly loud, petulant screech of ‘It’s NOT FAAAAIR!’ resound from the other side of the door. Then the sound of at least two *true * monsters kicking and slapping my door. Much hooting was enjoyed before they went off to fling poo or something.
So I had lots of candy to give to my students today. Knowing what absolute snots the neighbor kids are during the rest of the year, I shouldn’t have been surprised really.
Poor Puggy. You cannot be Apug Anachi-- the Mr. needs to know how much sadness this will cause you every time you post. It will not do for his sweetie to be at the half-pug o’love level.
**Mr Lisslar ** is just fine and simply needs to eat more 'nanners for potassium. Possibly a Flintstones vitamin or two. FYI, the Hello Kitty vitamins are cute but not as tasty as Flintstones.
Thank you for your help with my diet. I bought a dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts for the CSF fundraiser. The plan was to share them with others, but all y’all have helped avoiding unwanted pounds even easier. Gracias!
Okay, now I want a glazed donut, stuffy old married broad that I am. Hmmph.
We had only six T or Ters last night! Anyone want a Twix?
I’m not sure I like this full-time housewife nonsense. It seems like I had a lot more free time to sit in front of the computer when I was “working.”
Fingers are crossed that Mr Lissar is hunky-dory-fine by now.
Tupug I’m so sorry to hear about your loss.
All fingers and toes are crossed that Mr. Lissar is just fine. (It’s a miracle I can type.) Please give us an update as soon as you can, Lissla.
Just got back from a birthday bash. The birthday boy turned four this week and tonight was the most convenient night for the celebration. Pizza, cake, ice cream, toys. Lots of fun. He and his friends particularly enjoyed the box one of the larger presents came in.
Everyone else was gone by 9:00. I hung around for another hour or so and made sure all the toys had been tested.
I will never look at glazed doughnuts the same way again.
GT
I’m currently feasting upon a snack of butternut squash soup. Apparently, Campbell’s has these soups in cardboard containers (they look like those things that UHT milk comes in), and although I spent 2.73 on this soup, it was worth it. Mmm, soup. And it’s only 90 calories per serving, which is how much I’m currently eating.
Lissla I’m glad the hubby is ok. Make him eat a 'nanner every day and take his vitamins. It’s important. Tell him I said so.
donkeybear I hope you now understand why we <snerk> about glazed doughnuts. The butternut squash soup is good. Ol’ what’s his face advertises it on tv. I might think of his name sooner or later. John Lithgow! That’s it!
Well, the girls made up MySpace pages for the cats.
Here’s Rascal, the 8 year old boy cat, and Toy who is four years old, female, and very standoff-ish.
These are the only pix I got of them.
That’s adorable. I may send a friend request. 