If it’s cream colored, it’s not piss.
Have a nice day. 
Drove 25 miles for an interview, to hear that they are offering only slightly above minimum wage. Even if I got offered the job, I couldn’t take it, and afford to get there!
I really wish folks would at least put a salary range in their help-wanted ads.
I do sometimes. Sometimes you have to run through a bunch of names with people when you’re talking about a plant. “You know, that red thing. Bee balm? Monarda? Oswego tea?”
It is if it’s piss full of pus.
Well, there goes my nice caffeinated afternoon.
It’s raining, and now my hair is ruined. (Well, more so than usual.)
A few years ago, some comment was made about “Aunt Hattie” and her twin sister Helen. In an unrelated comment, I discovered that Aunt Hattie’s last name was Keller.
Cool, I thought. I’m “related” to someone named Helen Keller.
Except I wasn’t. As I realized before I opened my mouth and shared this discovery with the world. Aunt Hattie’s MARRIED name was Keller. Therefore, whatever Helen’s full name was, it probably wasn’t Helen Keller.
(I’m not quite clear on the family tree, so I’m not entirely sure how Aunt Hattie is connected–I suspect a couple of “greats” should go in front of her name.)
I had to go to the dentist at 8 AM today. Man, that bites (heh).
I was going to post “What’s quiche?” along the lines of the old joke that real men don’t eat quiche and real men don’t even know what quiche is, but then I though about it and decided that this being the Dope it would be typical and correct for someone to explain what quiche is rendering the not that funny joke even that much more not that funny.
That was a little disappointing.
Today is my 52nd birthday. :eek:
Happy birthday, you young whippersnapper! (I’ll be 53 next month.)
I had to go the dentist at 8 AM and then cross a picket line to get to work. Blasted screenwriters. (They were quite good about it, though. The rubberneckers were a pain in the rearside.)
I’ve been up since three. I might have a deadline moved up to tomorrow. I need a nap.
I forgot to grab my morning cup of kefir today. So I had dry Fiber One and iced tea.
A customer requested a very lucrative deal this morning and I can’t get them through the credit check. It’s just not happening no matter what strings I pull, or tricks I swing. Dammit. Today’s figures look very bad without this deal.
Well, now I’m disappointed that you didn’t follow through and allow the thread to take it’s natural course from there!
I had quiche again this morning, too. I still feel fairly manly…
Several varieties out there just google ‘self cleaning litter box’.
$110 for a litter box that could possibly scare him into peeing on the laundry for the rest of his life? I will continue to scoop for now. 
Seriously though, I would love to have one of those but it isn’t really an option right now.