Back from grocery shopping.
Where am I supposed to put all this food?
Afternoon, all. May I say that I hate my job sometimes? Like when that stupid work last night that I should have had done easily by my regular bedtime was SO much longer an anticipated, I ended up putting a complete all-nighter! I then fed the Idiots and went to bed, and was awakened a couple hours later by them barking; I calmed them down and went back to sleep, only to wake up and find out via email that apparently what they were barking at was the roofer actually fixing the roof leak! And I never even heard him, working right over my head! :eek:
So happy birthday to me. Staying up all night the night before, not getting enough sleep to feel human now, and just wanting to go back to bed and pretend the day never happened. 
I haven’t tried Zycam, rosie, but I hear it’s supposed to be taken at the first sign of a cold, and will shorten its course. I have no idea whether that is so or not, but that’s the report I’ve heard.
Love the mooning the Baptists story, Bobbio! Baptists can always use a bit of mooning. 
I’m going to go back to vegging now. Mainly because I’m completely useless to do anything else.
HIPPO BIRDIES TWO EWES!!!
Time for my–well, I was going to say pre-school nap, but that sounds wrong. My pre-class nap sounds better. Brownies are made (I felt like it), dinner is done.
Something amusing happened a bit ago. The phone rang-“unknown number”, but I answered it anyway. It’s the Republican National Committee wanting 5 minutes of my time (and then he called my Valerie–no wonder this party’s in trouble!). We got the Valerie straightened out and then he asked me how important it was to me for a GOP to get into the White House instead of (and he named the usual suspects), 0-5. 0=not important; 5=extremely important.
I said 0. And then my liberal conscience kicked in and I asked how he got my name. He says it’s because I voted GOP at some point. Doubtful if he would know that–in IL you have to declare and I’m a registered Democrat. I told him so–he got off the phone so quick I was left looking at it in shock. I told the phone that I don’t have cooties and hung up.
HAPPY BIRFDAY, MAMA TIGS!!!
Bobbio Butt Cleavage!!!
dottie, rigs is being kind. Things will get better when Noor goes to college.
Beee-U-tiful day here in Flawduh. Makes me wish I was independently wealthy and didn’t have to put of frickin 1,000-respondent press releases!!! :mad:
See if the lil ninja will store it for you.
rosie, I have tried Zycam. It seemed to work but I did not care for the swab formulation. I think I would try the spray next time. Or you might want to consider Airborn.
Back to the GD press release.
Tupug
Happy Birthday, Mama Tigs!
Have I mentioned how much I hate this f’in project? <sigh>
:: grumble, grumble Back to work… grumble::
Happy Birthday, Mama Tigs!
Boy, sounds like everyone’s having fun at work. I’d complain about the forecast, but I’m actually making a little progress (despite being totally unmotivated) so I think I can hold off on the complaining for a while.
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(It’s supposed to be a tiger-striped cake.)
Bloody busy day today. I don’t suppose it helps that I’ve been the only one manning the department for large portions of the day, though.
V[del]Butt[/del]Bob - Hee. I wonder if anyone fainted at the affront? (Or perhaps, more appropriately, the arrear.)
<AHEM> CLEARING THROAT <AHEM>
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HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY DEEEAAARRR BBBIIIOOOTTTIIIGGGSSS!!!
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BBBobbio did the Baptist minister condemn you to hell on the spot? If not, his Baptist license may be revoked. If you’d mooned the Whiskypalians they would have just talked about you over cocktails that night.
UGH! That’s how I feel. Supper tonight is bbq sammiches and sweet N.O.T. fries. The bbq I took out of the freezer this morning. The sweet N.O.T. are frozen ones I found in the store. Tomorrow night I’m bein’ taken to the new Chili’s that just opened last week. I’d rather wait a couple more weeks til the new wears off but ol’ y’all know who wants to go real bad because he’s never eaten at a Chili’s. What the heck, he’s payin’.
Puggy I saw your and Kid’s imaginary picture of me. HEE! Yours is more the way I act.
Happy Birthday Mama Tigs!
**Shadow **-- I just hope they don’t make their Israeli office work EST hours! :eek: At least S. Africa and Europe are in similar (or the same) time zones!
**Dotty **-- there’s good news, bad news and worse news. The good news is – it will get easier. The bad news is… it will get worse before getting better :p. The worse news is… it will take a lonnnng time to get better. :smack: :eek:
But the best news is… ultimately it’s worth it. 
But, rosie, I wanna be Queen! I want an opulent gown and ermine-trimmed cape and a sparkly crown and a scepter with which I can poke unruly subjects as required. And when I go out in my coach, all the people will cheer. And I will shout at them…
(name that show)
**FCD ** called me at work today to tell me he wanted his birthday cake. Yeah, his b-day was Saturday, but he never got around to telling me what kind of cake or pie he wanted. So there’s a devil’s food cake in the oven getting all cakey. It smells pretty doggone good in here.
My exciting evening plans include ironing so I can look all professional and stuff for my meetings tomorrow and Thurs. 'Cause, you know, I’m a dedicated professional. Srsly. 
I’ll probably do some laundry, too.
Happy MamaTig Day!!!
That’s one Lucy van Pelt from You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown. And all the people shall wave at me and–
am now awake. Obviously, since I’m posting. I have no idea why I take a 2pm nap almost every day, but I must say it feels good. Someday, when I’m working FT and unable to do this, I’ll remember it and be grateful I had the chance. Or I’ll move into the home that much earlier…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA TIGS!!!
Taters, I hope that your MIL is doing better today - I just can’t believe how quickly they want to discharge someone who has had such major surgery. She’s in my thoughts and prayers, sorry I forgot when I posted earlier.
Boy, has it turned cold! We’re having chili tonight w/rice and cornbread muffins. Nummers! Keep warm, everyone!
ETA: BBBobbio - OMG, mooning the Baptists!! You bad boy! congrats on losing the weight, though.
And yes, I do know code! Gah!
Many happy returns of the day to the Maternal Stripedy Feline!!
I am tired…I mean, Ah iz tahred.
I like the new job and am catching on fast, but I am still not used to getting up at 6am.
Hugs, pats, gropes as needed. Ya’ll don’t forget about me!
Having had major surgery, I have to say, they couldn’t possibly discharge me too soon! I expect if I was really hurting, I might feel different, but even after I had my hysterectomy/appendectomy/intestinal surgicals, I wanted OUT! Because of the intestinal part, I had to stay till I proved I could poo, and that delayed my departure. Face it, there’s no place like home, especially when you need the whole comfort thing.
Incidentally, the chocolate cake with fudge frosting is just as yummerrific as you might expect.
Who was that masked mumper???
*Happy Birthday, MamaTigs!*
What she said.
My White Elephant just arrived today and IT IS SOOOO COOL! It’s about a 2 foot tall knight. The irony is that I have three other similar knights between my home and place of business. I was totally excited.
It’s not that I’m really complaining about feeling better. Ok, yes, I really am. But the thing is that I am Bipolar II. Which means that yesterday I was crying 3/4 of the day and today I am a raving happy lunatic. This rapid switching crap tends to wear on me after awhile.
Good news, everyone… I brought pie. Well, actually it’s crunchy pie (but shouldn’t be). It made french silk pie today and for some reason the sugar didn’t dissolve so I decided to bring it home and share it with all my friendly Mumpers.
Happy Birthday, BioTigs!
That’s a great story, Bobbio!
Hope things start to even out soon, Kid. Yummm, pie.
I was going to guess that yes, you are dating again, LOUNE. Yay!
Long, meeting-filled day, but I survived.
Woke up early and completely forgot that I needed to roll out of bed and go vote, so I didn’t get to it till after work. I did not vote for the school board candidate who left me a pre-recorded voicemail yesterday. We have a small school district. No school board candidate should have enough money to call the entire community to ask for their vote. They should take the time to go door-to-door or attend community events.
Guess I should investigate my dinner options.
Back later.
GT
Happy Birthday, Mama Tiger!!!
Evidence of pie that I brought.
