Wha-? ooh…er…grrrrr…Them’s fightin’ words from a grad school-type person, Missy Tea and Crumpets!! Wars have been fought with less provocation–I’ll have your ear for this! :mad:
(and just for the record my 5 page website assignment was turned in one week early! So there, goody two shoes.
[sub]Huh. Hmmph. As if. Damned Limeys. Think they’re so great; they are so off the island. Won the damned war for them and this is how they behave. If it weren’t for us, the Beatles would be in Branson today…and Diana would still be wearing dots. Huh…[/sub]
Lisslar __OMG. I am sitting here wondering how I became stupid.
I’m reading along and I see the WoW references (my son [del]obsesses[/del] plays).
And then I see your Widow’s Guild. And I immediately think that it must be for people whose characters have suffered the death of their partner or spouse in the game. And then I thought, that sounds interesting–I really must play this game.
And then a whole page later, it hits me. :smack:
I need to get out more. Or something.
My day at work? Thanks for asking, everybody! It was ok. It was quiet (there is a Rule–either holidays are dead, dead, dead or insane. There is no in between. We discharged 6 people home–and oddly enough, with all the emphasis on family at the holidays, it is incredibly hard to find family to come get people. Very odd).
Now I have to go work at the library-and I am none too happy about that. I thought I had today OFF and could spend some time with my kids (the paper can go hang).
So, my daughter is picking me up from work and we are all going out to lunch. That’s my thanksgiving.
Steady on, **Miss Stuffing and Over-priced Coffee/B], you’ll rupture something! Ever the diplomat, I shall ignore those comments…wars have indeed been fought over less, and you’ll win this one the same day Satan goes to work in thermal undies…
Blummin’ furriners, think they can come waltzing in and claim credit for winning our war…should have let tham have that ridiculous Di woman, she was no good to us in the first place. One ‘A’ Level in art? It’s an insult, I tell you…
Sez who? Hmmph-here we see that famous “stiff upper lip” AKA yellow bellied “diplomacy” in action. How dare you mention coffee?* Your types don’t even know what coffee IS. I think you wave beans over tepid water and call it a day.
Sweetie- Satan is wearing thermal undies AND polar fleece. I pit American ingenuity and brass balls over well, what exactly? Butter not melting in mouths? That’ s due to your horrid weather, not cool disdain!
[sub] We don’t want what’s left of Di–although we would probably embalm her and make her a travelling roadside show…I’ve changed my mind-we’ll take her. That leaves you with Chuckie and the Rotweiler. Ha! We got the better end of the deal. Di can still make us $$$, and she can’t open her mouth! <cackles madly> [/sub]
*nothing I like better than a nice cup of tea. Having some Earl Grey right now. Oops…
Sweaterpie…it’s rosie’s recipe for sweet potato pecan pie…nothing to do with sweaters at all but someone (can’t remember who and it was pages earlier) kept seeing it as sweater pie and it sounded fun! OK, so I’m easily amused…
Rigsby, I understand your national pride has been hurt by your failure to win on the enigma game before we did, but you really can’t let it take over your life like this.
Is the coffee argument the best you’ve got? Why on earth would we want coffee when we can have the infinitely more civilised cup of tea? There’s nothing on earth that can’t be solved over a cuppa and a sticky bun.
Chuckie and the Rottie are preferable to Died anyway, at least the Rottie has sense in her head and more than the wide open spaces between her ears. You’re welcome to the freakshow, I don’t suppose you’d like to take Phil the Greek as ringmaster, would you? Saves us having to put him out to grass when the corgis get bored with him.
I think I’m feeling a wee bit better than last night, although the mild chills and brief periods of disorientation have been replaced by light sweats and a headache. I must have caught something relatively minor – but it’s still icky. At least I haven’t lost my appetite. Had a nice omelet on toast this morning, and I’ve got freshly made pierogies for lunch. I also bought myself a seasonal treat this morning: Mince tarts! I love mince tarts. I haven’t had them in ages though, so I had to treat myself.
It’s gorgeous outside, too. Only about 5 or 6 degrees centigrade but no wind and lots of sunshine with a beautiful weekend ahead.
BooFae --I read that as after the corgis are done with him, and thought ew-they treat their old Eskimos really badly over there!
Pax, UK person. I don’t have the heart to keep fighting. I dont’ drink coffee and I have a long paper due.
But we could talk about the dental profession over there…
Off to work in the friggin’ library. I DON’T WANT TO WORK TODAY.
Morning. Time for tea. Tea is much better than coffee. I’m sorry about you having to work, rigs. Working on holidays sucks.
I had a weird dream that my boss got very angry and chewed me out for nothing in particular. I was puzzled, even in the dream.
Mr. Lissar called in sick, since he got less than five hours of sleep, and he’s still a bit shaky from the food poisoning earlier this week. He gets left with all the chores while I go shopping. Hah! I’m evil.
Good morning everyone. I hope everyone has recovered sufficiently from their tryptophan overload.
Rigs, boo-foo, am I gonna have to stick you two in the corner?! Don’t make me stop this car, I will, you know.
Okay, I’m here at work, and wondering why the hell I didn’t just take the day off. The day started off badly because I overslept. Thankfully, traffic was extremely light this morning, so I was only 15 minutes late to work. Still, I hate being late. It drives me crazy.
I have nothing exciting to report. There will probably be gathering at my house on Saturday, but that’s about it.
I had my traditional yummies yesterday around 1pm and spent the rest of the day watching a “That '70’s Show” marathon. I’m going to try to do something productive* today, and later I’m going out to join some friends for an evening of board games
I have 3 months worth of mail I have to paw thru - I’ve been geting a little lazy in that area - but since I pay all my bills on line - I figure everything else can wait.
Greetings! I am not looking forward to the weekend. Heck, I’m not looking forward to the Christmas season. Thanksgiving day dinner was good. The dog even got a morsel of Cornish hen, and a grease cookie(Milk Bone dipped in the pan juice from the bird)
Clotted cream, BooFae? Here in the Great U.S. of A., when the cream is clotted we throw it out, be cause it is spoiled.
Mindy, you have what my doc calls a “virus”. That’s med speak for “I have no clue, but you are not dying so I’ll take my fee and send you home.”
Is there such a thing as a holiday hangover? Cuz I have one. I’m perfectly willing to eat and watch football all day. I have to run to the bank later, I’ll probably get to the gym at some point, but aside from those things the closest I’ll get to being useful or productive today is to help the Wife bring the christmas tree up front from the basement.
That definition changes slightly in Canada. It means “I have no idea what you have, but you are not dying so I’ll bill the government for a three hour minimum and – what the hell, here’s a script for some Amoxicillin, because you never know, right?”
dogbutler, Do Not Speak Ill of Clotted Cream. It’s hard to get clotted cream here, but President’s Choice has just brought out double cream, which is beyond wonderful. It is cream that’s the consistency of mayo. It’s like whipped cream, only you don’t need to whip it.
Heaven. Absolutely heaven.
QD and her other Best Friend should be here in a minute. I think maybe I’ll wait outside. It’s a lovely day.
:dubious: An old cardigan baked in a crust with four and twenty blackbirds?