So, how’s work goin’, swampy?
On the bright side, Driving Husband and Quasi-Daughter phoned to say they’re kidnapping me for the day. I’m hoping for Vietnamese food, chocolate, and booze. We shall see.
Thanks, swampy.
I think I’m deaf in one ear now.
Feel better now, Swampy?
I second the chocolate moonshine if it’s anything like chocolate martinis. They are very yummy.
Well Tuppy my little chickadee, maybe I will. I thought it interesting enough to post about. Then again, I’ve also found my nipples interesting enough to post about, so take it for what it’s worth.
If things are still quiet here tomorrow I’ll slip in in and you guys can have two MMP’s for the price of one.
-welby (still slightly hungover)
I don’t scream often but rest assured, when I do, I make it well known.
MMMM Lissla! Maybe y’all should go find some moonshine and use a little chocolate liqueur and make some 'shinetinis! 
Work is going much better now thank you. It’s been a good almost two hours since somebody whined at me. You’d think that since they know I’m supposed to sign paychecks this afternoon they’d behave a little better, wouldn’t ya?
<snerk> WHAT??? WHAT DID YOU SAY???<snerk>
My first juvenile post of the week! 
Feeling all better thanks. The scream and the big sub sammich I had for lunch has done wonders. I liked the chocolate martini I had but I’m still a martini purist. Specially a martini with bleu cheese stuffed olives. MMMMMMMMM
-swampbear (primal scream therapy is good)
I had a 13 dollar martini when I was in New York. I about <need Yiddish word for almost wet myself (Yiddiah is so much more genteel, especially when you don’t understand it)> when the waitress told me the price. I mean, I expected high prices in NY, but thirteen dollars for one drink? Granted, it was made with Belvedere vodka (such a good vadka) and it was a good size martini, but still. Of course, if I’d had a still, I wouldn’t have needed to buy my alcohol. (Am I the only one who needs a Groucho smilie?)
The thing about not understanding Yiddish is that you don’t need to understand it to know what it means. It’s a language where everything is context. I never had to look up schmuck in the dictionary, but I always knew what it meant. Not like lavaliere. If you read that a lady had a lavaliere around her neck, would you know what it meant? See? But when I say the lady was a schmuck, you know exactly what she is, even if you’d never heard of a schmuck before. ;j (I’ve always wanted to use this smilie!)
Awwwww, Welby gave me a nickname. 
<snerk> sorta sounds like a fat food container <snerk>
Swampy, Mmmmmmm! Blue cheese stuffed olives? Gin or Vodka?
Some schmuck gave the lady a lavalier to wear around her neck. Teachers just live to see their students use new words they’ve learned in a sentence. Just ask Ashes[sup]2[/sup].
Ok, I’m home now (actually left work at 4 p.m. I had enough I tell ya, enough!), I’ve had me a couple cold beers and some supper. Things are good in swampland right now.
Oh, and the big ol’ meanie came out in me today. I purposefully didn’t sign checks this afternoon. They’re locked up in the safe for me to sign tomorrow morning. After I get em out of the safe, of course. I mean, I’m not going to climb in the safe to sign em. The safe’s too small for me to fit in, else I woulda used it as a hiding place already. See, tomorrow is payday for those folks (several of whom were the cause of my earlier scream) and they’re kinda used to getting checks late afternoon the day before and going by the bank on the way home cause, it’s late afternoon and the bank won’t post the deposit til the next day anyhoo. However, I decided to leave a little earlier and told our payroll person I’d sign pay checks in the morning. Imagine their surprise when checks did not show up in their little mail slots late this afternoon. Dang that sounds petty of me don’t it? Know what? I don’t care! People should learn, don’t piss off the boss especially when he hasn’t signed your pay check yet.
-swampbear (mean, petty, somewhat pissed but feeling better now boss)
Swampbear, I’m a girl, my snerk doesn’t have pointy ends. In fact, I don’t have any snerk at all and have to borrow one whenever a snerk is called for. Which is why my snerk looks different from yours; contents settling during shipping and all that rot.
Don’t worry about being petty, sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps you from pulling out a machete and giving people drastic haircuts. So really, pettiness is the kindest thing you could exhibit and everyone saved from the ol’ chopper would agree with you if you explained it that way, I’m sure. Show them your machete; visual aids are always helpful.
I have had vodka chocolates and they were a bit on the nasty side. Real vodka made into some sort of liquidy stuff, inside a chocolate outside.
Today has been kinda boring. I’ve cleaned house, done dishes, some laundry, watched dull movies, called my sister, and eaten four crumpets, half a chimichanga, and some salt licorice. Maybe I’ll go take a nap, I’ve been up five whole hours and I think it’s time.
Ashes, who’s all verklempt because people are using new words
I don’t have to ask Ashes x 2, I’m a retired teacher*. However swampy, you failed to make clear in your sentence what a lavalier is. Such is the purpose of using the word in a sentence–to show that you knwo and understand its meaning. So, let’s brainstorm and come up with things that can be around a lady’s neck. then we can discuss which one is the most likely one to fit within the context of [b[swampy’s** lovely sentence.
All right, then, who can tell me what might go around a lady’s neck?
*This means I can think up a lesson plan in no time at all (a reflex developed from years of in-house substitution) and I can speak “edu-speak”. Go ahead, ask me how I can both boost a child’s self-esteem and empower him with a healthy respect for objectively-based performance criteria.
And I’m still waiting for someone to answer. Do you want me to call on someone? I’ll get out my roll book . . .
[Raises Hand]OOH! OOH! ME!ME!ME! I KNOW! OOH! OOH![/Raises Hand]
A necklace? A scarf? A noose? Dracula?
Tupug gin please, just a hint of vermouth. Shaken, not stirred. Poured into a chilled martini glass. Oh, and served by a burly bartender.
Yeh, especially when you’re on a 16.1 hand Thoroughbred with looooooooong legs. At least he didn’t buck. So far – so far! – I haven’t come off during any of his (THANK GOD) infrequent spook bucks, but he sure can get that hang-time. I’m so glad I trailride him in an Australian stock saddle – those polys have saved me more than once. I hardly even minded the bruises they left behind, last time he launched me.
I know what you mean. There’s an elderly gray gelding at the barn who’s got melanoma, and not much longer to live. I’ve never owned a gray, and wouldn’t want to for that reason, and for the fact that you just can’t get the same gleam and shine on them as you can on a bay or chestnut (my Quarter Horse’s color).
No, darn it, I missed it. Was he the color of the horse on the lower right, or even darker? I don’t think blue roan is an accepted color in the Jockey Club Registry, although red roans rarely do appear.
Who shot who in the what now?
You got a problem with my little VW Golf? Or are you confusing me with Ashes, Ashes who’s been having major car troubles?
Everyone’s done so well this week, but I gotta admit I’m a little kerfuffled without our ringleader.
Very good, swampy, I think I also heard a necktie, a feather boa, a real boa and Jack the Ripper’s hands. I can understand why some people may not have wanted to be associated with those answers, but when we brainstorm, there are no right of worng answers. Help me. I’m stuck in teacher mode and can’t get out. I’m going to assign homework next. And I don’t grade on a curve. Everyone, for tomorrow, choose two of these suggestions and write a paragraph on each one saying why it would or would not mean the same as the word (lavalier) used in swampy’s original sentence.
swampy, using gin is fine, but shaken! I didn’t have you pegged as a weak martini man. 
<snerk> I thought all girls had pointy things. <snerk>
Actually, I’m thinking more along the lines of a chainsaw. You know:
VROOOM! VROOOM! VROOOM! VROOOM! VROOOM! ROOOOOOOOOOOWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRH! ROOOWRRR! ROOOWRR! ROOWRR! You got a problem with something? Do I need to demonstrate how pissed I am? VROOOM! VROOOM! VROOOM! ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRH!
I find that, generally, a chainsaw gets their attention much quicker.
Vodka martini for me please, nubile young poolboy…two olives.
you do have nubile young poolboy’s hanging around, don’cha swampy?
'fraid not earthpuppy. Remember all my poolboy’s are burly.
Miss Kallessa? Since it’s my sentence and stuff, does that mean I don’t gotta do the homework?
Aw Kallessa, I’m just tooooooooo tired to think. I guess I’ll just have to take an incomplete.
well, then I guess when the Leesburg PoolDope rolls around, I’ll have to bring my own pool boy.
Me! Me! Me in the back! Frank Zappa said “She wore a pearl necklace!”