Well, wish me luck. It’s time to go to the airport so I can go to Grand Rapids for the job interview.
Hmm. I usually settle for throwing things at my television and shouting helpful hints like “You’re such a tool! And I’m missing Survivor because of you, jackass!” But I like the idea of the hair standing up.
Yeah, the baked ones don’t have that same “hot lava in your mouth” quality. I mean, they’re hot, but they’re not the searing appley goodness I’d hoped for.
I have a couple friends who are vegan, and I always try to make an effort to have something for them when they come to my house. Thanksgiving was a nightmare, making everything twice, but they were so happy about it I decided that the extra effort was totally worth it. But now maybe I can stop buying the really expensive organic sugar, huh?
**eleanorigby **and Draelin, I don’t know how you can not like Thursday! Thursday is the best day of the week. You’ve still got the weekend to look forward to (as opposed to, say, Sunday by which time you’ve got to start thinking about the upcoming week and that ruins the whole relaxing day) but it’s the end of the week so you can kinda slack off at work. And Thursday evenings always seem nice and relaxing to me. Thursday’s a good day.
Yay! for ** Mr. Anachi**. So glad to hear he’s doing better.
Good luck, **Bob **on the interview! I’ll keep my fingers and toes all crossed for you. Well, maybe not the fingers 'cause then I can’t type. But the toes, definitely!
Congrats **CD **on the McD’s job!
If I missed anyone, I’m sorry! Too much going on here this week. And all the new MMPers. Very cool.
Good luck, bob.
Today is laundry ad dance class and tidying, because tomorrow I’m going to see a friend before work, so I won’t have time to do housework. And next week I may be working six days, so I won’t have any time then. I hope all my co-workers are prepared for how bitchy I’ll be by next friggin’ Sunday at ten pm.
It’s the bloody, damned stupid Jazz Festival this weekend, too. I get to work with upwards of 100,000 people trotting around outside, listening to mostly bad music, and coming in to ask if the books are in any kind of order. I hope the damn Latin Disco band doesn’t set up outside our store again. Last year was painful.
This weekend will be alcohol intensive.
Oh, I got my pitted cherries yesterday. $15 for ten pounds of already-pitted cherries. I bagged and froze them yesterday. Actually, I got twenty pounds, because Quasi-Daughter wants some. We’re going to make cherry schnapps and cake with cherries in and cherry crumble. Yum.
Now we’re trying to think of something useful to do with the heavy plastic buckets they came in.
Hey, can you stop by Virginia BEach and pick up my ex? She escaped from a rehab program up their in GR, and she really needs to go back there (instead of hanging around my city trying to get me to give her money.)
Thanks.
And when you’re up there, you oughta go get a wet burrito at some famous restaurant downtown. If’n your doctor will let you eat stuff like that yet.
Good luck, man.
I would ask them first. There are some who are touchy about it. It’s really really fantastic (really) that you make such an effort for them, though! the vast majority of peope wouldn’t do that, especially on holidays.
I don’t know Puggy or Mr. Anachi but it’s great to hear that he’s doing well! Here’s to his continued recovery! (raises diet pepsi bottle)
why does “jake” mean “good?”
See? Relentless questions aren’t limited to the seven-year-old group. We teenagers can be as annoying and inquisitive as anyone.
and I think giving George funny hairstyles on TV is the absolute best use for supernatural powers that I’ve ever heard.
Spelling mistakes intentional, so’s swampy can have some more stuff to post about.
Bobbio, best of luck to you on the interview!
Congrats on the management job, donkey.
Lissla, those buckets would be good to use when you’re cleaning, you know, to put the hot, soapy water and such in. Maybe you could give one to Driving Husband so he has a car-washing bucket. That’s all I got on that one.
I did not watch The Tool, aka the President, aka Fearful, Paranoid Leader on TV last night. Sorry, just can’t stand the guy and I’d just yell at him through the TV anyway.
I spent four hours in a meeting yesterday afternoon comparing modeling or forecasting tools. Blech…
Swampy, you can’t go all HIPAA nazi on me. In fact, I don’t fax any of type of info. However, I do e-mail it, all password protected and encrypted like. It’s all very Secret Squirrel now. Heck, even my e-mail signature block has the HIPAA disclaimer on it as an automatic thing, even when I’m just sending a joke.
I have to work now, le sigh. I don’t wanna, but I must, and I will.
Well, last year was the First Annual Potatoes and Pie Side-Dish Thanksgiving Extravaganza–I’m concerned that I might kill everyone if I try to cook a turkey. 
The vegan stuffing was fantastic, though–I used apple cider instead of chicken broth. I highly recommend it!
Bob, good luck with the interview. Make sure your fly is zipped. (Useful advice is my forte.)
Taters, I usually watch as much of Fearful Leader as I can stand–then shut it off when I’ve run out of things to throw at the television. Either that, or I mute him and start making up a new speech for him.
A joke! Go ahead, I’d love to hear it, dear!
Actually, Rue was right.
Case in point, Silver Blaze, a Sherlock Holmes story.
A man is killed. They look for the culprit, but it turns out, the horse Silver Blaze did it. Of course, I believe the real story is that the horse did it, and tried to frame another man. Only Sherlock Holmes saw through the story. Sadly, the horse did not have to pay for his crime, and was allowed to continue on his path of evil.
Some of you actually got as far as seeing the president last night?? I got to the television-throwing stage just from listening to the stoopid media folks and had to turn it off before Prez ever even came on. I sometimes have a short temper. At least on that kind of stuff.
Oh man, I’m with you. I can’t watch him for 2.3 seconds without wanting to break the TV, or something.
Hey merrily, wasn’t there another Holmes story with
A cat with poisoned whiskers?
Or am I making stuff up again?
It’s good to be Canadian. Our Prime Minister is a dweeb, though.
Folloying susan’s skirt updates, I should say that I’m wearing a black stretch minidress today. It’s short, and halter-necked. I look cute.
Aerin is screaming at Mr. Lissar. I should go distract her, and maybe have a nap.
I was asleep while the president was on TV. Due to a combination of being an insomniac (finally got to sleep after… two days? three?) and just basically feeling yucky and sick, I slept all day yesterday and (miraculously) all last night.
I am happy and proud to have the lengths of my skirts be of great interest to the people here at the MMP - to even be suggested as a part of a MMP FAQ - why, I just get plain giddy.
Today’s short-skirt-alert-level is:
Yellow - Back into a skirt, after consecutive pants days (we can’t have that, can we!). Skirt is at age-appropriate length, as defined by What Not to Wear. Minimal chance of embarrassment when walking up stairs, but thighs displayed when seated. Skirt is white, which would almost automatically qualify it to be an Orange day, but this is a rare piece of white clothing that is not semi-sheer.
Lissla , a stretch minidress sounds like something I would love to wear. Unfortunately, us Foster women tend to pooch in the lower belly, so I am very self-conscious of that area.
And I would like to say the more I hear about Lissla 's life, the more I want to be her. I want to work in a bookstore, and belly-dance! I want to be Canadian! I want multiple husbands!
Susan
Draelin, I think either you are making stuff up, or else Silver Blaze continues his criminal career in some other series. Which I find easy to believe…criminal geniuses are difficult to whoa!
Speaking of mulitple spouses, John Stewart on the Daily Show was reporting on Mormons allegedly having more than a hundred wives. He said, “It’s like being Larry King, all at once!”
I’ve decided to open a Microsquash Word document and type into it as I read the MMP so that I can put stuff in as it occurs to me. This may or may not turn out to be a great idea.
So here goes:
Yay! For Mr. Anachi
Good luck Bob.
ChaoticDonkey congrats on becoming a MacZombie, I guess.
eleanorigby, solution is simple, take your shoes off and sit down at ‘puter and spend the time with us. Win-win situation, it is.
I’ve seen pictures of Lissla but I must confess I didn’t spend a lot of time checking out her rack, so can’t report on same. No offense I hope Lissla. If I find the piccys again I’ll report back.
EllaBean I did not know that about the sugar and the bones. Whodathunkit!
You don’t eat the things you cook? How do you survive?
Rue making Georgie-Porgie’s hair stand up all funny wouldn’t be as good as giving him really bad gas. I could almost stand to watch him then. BTW, was he on TV last night? I was watching re-runs of NCIS and House. I’d missed the first part of that particular NCIS, and I didn’t discover House until the end of the season, so I’m watching it for the first time.
Wet burrito Sean? That sounds dirty.
Anaamika, it wasn’t so much a joke as something someone told me once that everybody laughed at. She said “When someone tells you that you’ve lost weight, aren’t they really just saying “Didn’t you used to be really fat?. See, it wasn’t really a joke, but like I said, everybody laughed.
I think Susan should just post pictures of herself every day so that we can judge the skirt length for ourselves. I’m just sayin’
There are times when I wish I was Canadian too. I’d even give up my guns, although you never know when you’re gonna get attacked by a vicious caribou or Quebecois, or sumpin up there. (did I spell that right?)
Oh, yeah, well I knew that one. But that’s OK. I’m not fat.
Hey, listen - what’s this short skirt alert thing? I thought it was only one person but now more than one?