Good morning! I’m sneaking in a post before attacking my remaining drawings.
gt, you are evil for posting that link - yet another reason I like you! 
Guess that’s all I’ve got. It’s too early for coherent thought. Maybe I’ll have better luck at lunch…
Happy Thursday!
Blurf. VunderKind texted me at 0230, his lunch hour seein’ how he works 3rd shift. I never got back to sleep. He’s making plans on getting a place of his own. 
Thanks for the heads up ** Moooooooom** and GT. I am so going to try that recipe, then brag about it. It’s about time I test drive my pickled FBs, while I’m thinking about it. It’s been the requisite month since I made them.
oh, THAT kind of blue box (my first one was tan, not blue) It fits the little guy who lives in the yellow and orange rectangles…
There, I fixed it for you.
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oh, THAT kind of blue box (my first one was tan, not blue) It fits the little guy who lives in the yellow and orange rectangles…
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That was the kind of hat I was expecting as well, but the reference to a blue box had me unsure.
Apparently, it’s worn by Rich Uncle Pennybags, despite the more recent efforts of Hasbro.
What does it mean, “cat’s fud”?
fud - you know, crunchies and gooshie and sometimes if the kitteh does something really kyoot, peepil fud.
Fud(s)=Noms
Fud is from a Far Side cartoon: Cat Fud… | N*ked On the Roof...
I don’t know how to do the cool linkey-link thang.
This is the set I had when we were growing up, with green and red-roofed hotels. And according to the site I found that pic on one of them sold on ebay for $300!
:smack: Oh, y’all are talking about Monotony. I was cornfuzzed for a while.
I went to lunch with my sweetie. He let me buy! Woohoo!
Then we got back and he asked me to help my cube neighbor - the guy who likes to tell me more crap than I need to know about what I have to do… <headdesk> I wouldn’t have these problems if Kathy would send me more work.
Ya know sometimes the irk PTB can be good people. I offer the followin’ as proof.
Phone call from hosebeast at 7:30 A.M. which is waaaaaaay early to deal with the likes of her.
Me: Good Morning, Irkplace, this is da bear.
Hosebeast: Bear, I’m having second thoughts about this new job and have decided I don’t want to take it but stay here instead.
Me: (in my haid… LIKE HELL YOU WILL!!!) Hosebeast you have already resigned and all your resignation paper work has been sent in to corporate. Corporate has informed me everything is cleared and the position will be advertised beginning next week so you are no longer officially employed here.
Hosebeast: Well can’t you talk to corporate and tell them I changed my mind?
Me: (in my haid… Sure and right after that I’ll go have me a big ol’ plate of raw fart blosoms) Once somebody has resigned there’s nothing I can do so no.
Hosebeast: Well, I’ll call corporate then and say I’ve changed my mind.
Me: That’s your call.
End of conversation.
10:45 A.M. call from corporate, one of many I get each day so I’m thinkin’ Oh What Now!
Me: Good Morning irkplace this is da bear.
Corporate: Hey bear, guess who I just talked to!
Me: Probably Hosebeast because she’s already called to whine at me.
Corporate: Yep. Did she tell you she’s changed her mind and wants her job back?
Me: (in my haid… if you told her she could I will get in my vehicle drive over there and force feed you raw fart blossoms) Yep she did. I told her her resignation and paper work had already been accepted and that the job would post next week so she is officially no longer employed.
Corporate: I said the same thing. I did tell her, because I have to, that the only person who could plead her case would be you. Gotta feeling that will not happen, right?
Me: (in my haid… I love you!) You got the right feelin’ there. No way am I gonna do that. Reckon she’ll call?
Corporate: Surely not. Come on, not even she would think that would happen.
Me: I see I have a voicemail since I’ve been on the phone with you. Wanna bet a cookie it’s her?
Corporate: Ok. Check it and then tell me.
<Corporate on hold while vm is checked>
VM: Hi bear it’s Hosebeast. Corporate said I could come back if you approve it. (Note that is NOT what she was told) Please call me so we can talk about this.
<Corporate off hold>
Me: I want a chocolate chip cookie.
Corporate: No! She didn’t!
Me: Yep. She said, and I quote, “corporate said I could come back if you approve it. Please call me so we can talk about this.” She ain’t gonna like that conversation.
Corporate: HEE! You know that’s not what I said, right?
Me: I know. It’s just what hosebeast heard. Hell, I’m surprised she just didn’t show up and say you said she could come back what with her being the definition of dense and all.
Corporate: This is true. Rest assured, however, she is gone.
Me: YAY!!!
Corporate: Try not to do too many cartwheels down the hall, ok bear? Bye!
Me: I’m more of a backflip kinda guy but I’ll try to hold it down. Bye!
(In my haid… <Sigh> Guess I should call Hosebeast and just get it over with)
Me: Corporate did not tell you it would be ok if you came back on my say so. Corporate told you I would be the only one who could plead on your behalf and you and I both know that will not happen. Your best bet is to take that job you’ve been offered. You are not coming back here.
Hosebeast: Why don’t you want me back?
Me: (In my haid… I’d forcefeed you raw fartblossoms except that would be cruel to the fartblossoms) You know very well why so we’re not going to get into this. Bye.
End of Hosebeast.
Just a little story to entertain y’all.
:eek: Day-um! I don’t ever want to get on the wrong side of Swampy!
Based on what you’ve said about her, I would have done the same thing.
More systems issues, less work getting done, huge amounts of frustration and angst. This is the story of my worklife. Actually, it’s more a Greek tragedy.
Swampy, maybe she’ll apply for her old job and you’ll get to interview her! Then tell her she’s not qualified. HA!
WetOne the sad thing is, she probably is dense enough to apply for the job and call to ask why she was not interviewed. When she does I shall tell her the only applicants for the job were her and a plate of raw fart blossoms. The raw fart blossoms were more qualified.
Taters you know I’m all fluffy kitties and puppies, rainbows and unicorns usually. I just can’t take dumber than a plate of raw fart blossoms.
-swampbear (It’s fun to type raw fart blossoms)
Swampy, that is awesome news, whoohooo! Here’s to hopin’ whoever replaces her is at LEAST as smart as a plate of COOKED fart-blossoms 
Wait…wouldn’t those be stinkier?
Swampy, maybe she’ll try to bribe you to take her back with a plate of raw fart blossoms.
BBBobbio she is dumb enough to believe a plate of raw fart blossoms would be a good bribe. Hmmmm… maybe if I told her she could have a plate of raw fart blossoms if she goes away from me forever…
Tao fart blossoms in any form are icky and stinky.
I done killded the MMP again! :eek:
Dindin tonight shall be grilled ham slices, roasted N.O.T. and onions, green beans and rolls. It shall be tasty!
Sounds yummy. I put ground beef in the fridge to thaw last night so I’m either going to have hamburgers or sloppy joes; I haven’t decided yet.
Swampy, I think you *should *plead for her job…if only for the amusement of your fellow mumpers!
runs off before being hit in the head with a thrown fart blossom
