Can I get a :smack:? How 'bout another? Harder, c’mon, really lean into it, 'cos I’m an idiot. I forgot my wallet in my other pants. It’s a good thing I had enough change on me for the bus. It’s not quite such a good thing that this is all the money I have on me right now, nor is it a brilliant thing that I bought only enough lunches to last me 'til yesterday, figuring I’d just pick one up on my way to work this morning. That means I’m not only going to have to eat off the roach coach, but that I’m going to have to start a tab with him for the first time since I started working here.
:smack:
:smack: :smack:
Yeah, I could have ran back home for my wallet, but it was colder than usual this morning and by the time I ran back, got my wallet, then returned to the bus station, I’d be late enough that what I needed the money for I wouldn’t have time to do anyway. I blame the lack of sleep, for which I blame my upset stomach. Grr.
Nava - Um … ew. What’s the point of boiled lettuce? Cabbage is one thing, it’s hardy enough to survive a good boiling without turning into a pile of mush, but lettuce? It’s like 90% water to begin with, and it’s much less sturdy. Boiling it would just cause it to turn into a spinach-like mush, but without any flavour or useful nutrients.
Bobbio - Sounds like you were trying to use the Dirk Gently method of holistic navigation: “Find someone who looks like they know where they’re going and follow them.” What a pain in the ass a road closure can be sometimes though – I can see how driving through hell’s half acre where the roads follow no particular sense of direction can be trying. I spent a short time living in a rural part of northern Ontario for a while, where directions included indices such as “past the discarded overalls on the shoulder” and “left at the old cow,” and things like “street lights” and “sign posts” were for them uppity city folk. You did not want to get lost in that place, which was a widespread warren of long, unbroken, unlit, meandering roads with unnamed gravel tributaries most of which probably led to a corn field that time forgot. Lose your way there and you might as well send up some flares 'coz escape will be next to impossible, especially if Ezekiel and his Children find you…
Lemmi - With my bout of stomach ooginess came what felt like the beginnings of a cough and sore throat. On top of everything else I was loath to think that I had caught The Sick now, after having dodged three cow-orkers and three kids at the Christmas in-laws gathering who were all viral mucous factories. Fortunately, after I’d gotten a few hours sleep, I woke up and the nasty sensation was gone. I just hope it doesn’t come back. This would be a crappy time to contract The Sick. (Not that there’s a convenient time, but…)
swampy - You know, with repeated mentions of those things, I now can’t get a (slightly) altered song out of my head…
Mop heads
Mop heads
Roly-poly mop heads
Mop heads
Mop heads
Wash them up
Yum!
