Kidlet has a head cold–not croup or bronchitis, so off to school goes he.
Need to make 3 dozen Eiffel tower sugar cookies today for my daughter’s French club.
Also need to do some Christmas shopping (new Lemony Snicket book).
Also need to go to Curves today–have turned into complete sloth in last 3 weeks…
I am tired already. Maybe I’ll just play here.
Eiffel Tower sugar cookies? I am impressed eleanor! Those are some biiiiig cookies and you’re making 3 dozen of 'em? WOW!
Yes, and then David Copperfield is gonna make 'em all disappear.
:wally
Go look for suits!
I’d prefer Arc de Triomphe cookies myself, much more substantial.
[sub]Jest takin up the slack whilst Swampy’s out gettin suited.[/sub]
Does ACBG know Swampy has a suitor?
Not only that, while he is suiting me he has been known to brush up against my boy bits while measuring my in seam. It’s just unseemly! 
HEE! Maybe I’ll tell ACBG I have to go see my suitor.
I will not buy any new suits. I will not buy any new suits. I will not buy…
You said the same thing about that shiny 'stang, and see where that got you… :dubious:
Inappropriate joke overheard at work:
Coworker1: My sister’s a lesbian so she doesn’t really like Bush.
Coworker2: Well, she can’t dislike it that much!
Yeah, but, see, they had the one ‘stang I wanted just sittin’ there on the lot and… and… well… it was fate! It is purty! I’m driving it today. It’s warm here. I’m lettin’ the top down to drive home.
See, I can drive by the suit place without seeing suits. They don’t like have a parking lot full of suits that I can just ride through and see. It requires me to make the effort to go inside the store.
I will not go in the suit store. I will not go in the suit store. I will not… well, it wouldn’t hurt to go just look. No! I will not go in the suit store. I will not…
Snap? Pfffft - t’weren’t nuttin’ - I can ignore you as well as I can ignore anyone!
Speaking of stuff, I was gonna make a comment about that soft (whatever) stuff y’all were on and on about yesterday. Geez! I almost learned something. Would Rue approve of somebody actually, like, gettin’ all unignernted in the MMP?
Just somethin’ to think about.
And isn’t it time for a rue pop in???
[swampy secret message] Go to the suit store. Buy a new suit. You deserve it. Hee! Hee. [/swampy secret message]
Which reminds me. I finally figured out how to see the coding so I can [del]do this[/del] and not have to ask like a stoopit head.
I’m sorry, but “unignernted”?
I am not familiar with the phrase…
beautious day here in Chi-town! Tad windy, but we likes it that way. Wouldn’t know it was November.
Hafta make these cookies soon. Just back from Curves, so feel all righteous and toned.
I would like someone to buy me a new suit–oh, wait, any suit. I don’t have a one.
Listening to Spamalot–hee. Wish I could see that show.
I’ve been busy ingesting fluids for what feels like weeks. Had almost no voice yesterday and I’m still avoiding talking cuz I pretty much sound like a frog, but I’m starting to feel better. Am currently drinking hot limeade (1 or 2 tablespoons honey, water to almost fill a mug, juice from 2 key limes - zap). It really tastes good as a change from various teas, coffees and soups.
Took me a while to figure out what was educational about yesterday’s MMP. I knew about outside soffits but had no idea you could have them indoors too. Fascinating.
Glad to hear Mr. Lissar appears to be OK. Keep us updated.
So, how many suits are you buying, swampy?
How was KeithT’s interview taxi?
I only buy lottery tickets a couple times a year. I figure that even though the odds aren’t in my favor, someone has to win, so I might as well give myself an occasional chance. My maximum is $2 per occurrence.
I’m about to make some real chicken soup (I bought actual chicken parts the other day). Still deciding what kind.
GT
Go get fitted for suits, if for no other reason than the fondling. 
eleanor you silly, the Dope is all about fightin’ ignernce. So if you learn sump’n you get unignernted. WHEE! I fought ignernce!
I have found a way (mabye) to keep me from temptation. See, this afternoon, we close on the selling of the church. Y’all remember me talkin’ about that so I don’t have to go back through all that again. This means that bright and early tomorrow morning, I’ll start help to pack stuff up. That’ll keep me occupied. Let me tell ya, if you think you can accumulate a lot of junk at home, just imagine the piles of junk that can accumulate at a place like a church. A big part of tomorrow will be in packing up the church office and movin’ stuff into the temporary offices. The goal is to have the temp office up and runnin’ by Monday morning. This should be interesting.
-swampbear (church office mover)
Mabye? Bye Ma? Maybe I meant maybe. Course who knows with me.
Not near as interesting as beer and cockies…
Wasn’t that a plot line on an episode of Friends?
Well, I want to publically thank the local paper for not running the ad for the gar(b)age sale that I paid for. Because, you know, I live at the end on a dead-end street, and we don’t need a public notice telling people that we’re having stuff out in the yard for them to come and get. I really just want the exercise of hauling all that crap outside and sit there for hours watching the grass grow.
sean, can you put a sign up at the top of the street? If your neighborhood is anything like mine, there will be cruisers out bright and early looking for gar**age sales. All may not be lost.
Well, the weekend looms. I have lots to do and not enough days to do it in. I need to start looking for my Thanksgiving outfit. This year it needs to be extra special cause my whole fam damily will be in attendance for a special celebration of Grampy turning 90 and his an Grammer’s sixtieth wedding anniversary what has already past but who’s countin.
I’m taking the whole Thanksgiving week off. I really really need a week’s vacation. Anybody else got plans?
Tupug