Worked a double, since Assistant’s dad is in hospital. Saw all the Mumpers and hockey Peeps hit by the Nor’easter. Hockey Lady:) stuck at work, too.
: uses voodoo doll to kill Teh Ebil affecting people in my life :
Apes, I:
A. tried to fry fish, and got multiple burns on my arm
B. 6 days later, yanked a pizza pan out from under the pizza in the oven, burning the same arm
C. Ate salads and PB&Js for a week afterwards.
One of us! One of us!
Sticks, that looks like how I look after work. Pale and sparkly(did I mention that somebody is a Twilight fan?:D)
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis a chilly 37 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of <snerk> 69! <snerk>
SIL was restin’ heavily sedated at last report. She will remain so for a couple of days to help reduce swelling after the surgery. The tumor has been sent to pathology so I guess we’ll hear about that sometime today. The surgeon does not believe it to be malignant so I take that as a good sign.
Actually doggio is covered in glitter because he’s secretly a pole dancer.
Soapy hope you get power soonest. All others in the storm, hope it’s gone soon and no ick stuff happens.
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence.
Ivyland, or somewhere thereabouts. I’ll be meeting with the head electrical engineer from our Johnstown facility and going to the contractor’s plant to examine the installation of an alternator that I’m supposed to be adapting. According to mapquest, it’s at least 4 hours from home - ick! And I may be driving up on Monday, which means I’ll get paid for the holiday after all - at least part of it. Still awaiting details.
**Nooner **- you should be ashamed!! I know you’re not, but you should be.
Good morning all! Milder temps today followed by a beeyooteeful weekend with temps creeping back into the 60s! Yay!
But first, I need to get thru today and tomorrow. I did not want to get out of bed this morning. I was dreaming that Peter O’Toole was hitting on me (he’s my mother’s age!!! :eek: ) and when I suggested he sit an a recliner, he said no, because they’re robots. Yep, my LaZBoy is a robot - who’d’a thunk it!
OK, swampy, stop projecting your sick fantasies on doggio! And get me some brain bleach… :eek:
Continued good thoughts for you SIL - glad the surgeon is optimisitic. My experience is that if they don’t have something good to say, they don’t say anything, so here’s hoping!!
The original plan was to go to water aerobics this morning. However, I woke up with a stiff and sore neck this morning. I took something for it and it’s a bit better, but not enough that I want to spent 45 minutes in the pool jumping and flailing my arms. Therefore, it’s going to be a homework and forks kind of day.
sah-kid has his mock interview today at school, a requirement for graduation
he has to wear his suit to school
he woke me up at 5am to tell me he can find only one of his dress socks
I mumbled something about they should be together and go ask his grandmother if he can borrow a pair of her SO’s dress
I’m drifting off and sah-dog is awake and doing the to nail tap dance next to the bed so I call sah-kid on the phone to tell him YOU WOKE THE DOG UP - YOU PUT HIM OUT
Try to go back to sleep but now I need to pee but I can’t get up because my bil is in the bathroom, and as I’m laying there with my teeth starting to float he turn on the shower
sah-kid brings back sah-dog who won’t lay down and stop with the click click click until I give him his treat
finally bil gets out of shower and get in and go lay back down
sah-kid comes bursting in a tizzy because it seems he has outgrown his suit and he hands me some sharp piece of staple type thingie that came off when he tried to fasten the pants
he says he will make do the best he can and then reminds me he wants a ride to school because he doesn’t want to walk in the suit
ok I got 45 minutes except then I remember he needs ‘re Fer ences’ for resume, so I get up and write down
the information so he can add it to his resume
he calls them re FER ences, no matter how many times I correct him
(then again he is the same kid who thought cosmetology was the study of the cosmos, good thing he signed up for drafting instead of that)
so I get up, write up all this stuff, drive him to school
and the damn rode is closed so I to drive all the way around to go in a different way
I get home, have an hour and a half to sleep, just start to drift and the phone rings
I feel like hell
I overslept and logged in late
and now I have to go pick him up from school so he can come home and change because he doesn’t want to wear the suit all day
and I’m already late
it’s only 9:30 and I already feel like I’ve been rode hard and put away wet
