Why are ants so confused?
Because their uncles are aunts too!
Rue, I didn’t know that there were any good Chinese restaurants in the entire tri-state area. Okay, Pacific Moon is pretty good, but they’re only kind of Chinese. And good joke from Soupo.
Sunday is supposed to be nice and warm, so maybe we’ll try DogFest. We have the Blue Ash Air Days, or whatever it’s called, in our neighborhood this weekend. We even saw a couple of them practising yesterday during Ms A’s soccer practice. Last day of school for the Shibbletts is today, too. And I got an impromptu Dady’s Day celebration yesterday upon arrival home from work. Complete with signs, paper crown, starburst and a PBJ. I think that Dady’s Day (their spelling) is a bit less formal but more fun than Father’s Day.
Wow, thanks Rue! I must confess that I was a little stressed that I might not meet the high standards usually found in a MMP, but with the help of FCM, Exgineer, Lissla, Swampbear, Ellen Cherry, Wintermute, Tanookie, Shibb and all of the rest of those Rue-aholics we managed to keep the thread pretty much off topic this week. If you get stuck, let me know and I’ll sling out another one, though I can’t imagine that you don’t have plenty of moving stories to share.
I still say that gin is evil, but that’s okay. Exgineer is evil too. 
For Soupo:
Knock Knock!
Who’s there?
Answer!
Answer who?
Answer all over your front porch! It’s a mess out here!
-welby (faboo)
WB Rue. And congrats to Soupo for his advances in education! I liked his joke. I liked welby’s joke too. I still think those kinda jokes are the best. I never did grow up that way. Ya know, to enjoy more sophisticated adult type humor. I likes the silly jokes and slapstick.
Ex get with Ellen Cherry on the yard art. She wants to landscape the pool and all.
Gin is good but beer is better.
Oh! I get to play with drywall this weekend. I’m spending tomorrow at a Habitat for Humanity build! Haven’t done one in a while so I’m excited about it. Who knows, maybe I’ll have a huge horrible tale of maiming myself to tell on Monday. Just something for everybody to look forward too.
- swampbear
(can you believe they’re actually gonna turn me loose with construction tools?)
Need help? I’ll bring the beer and hammers.
So Rue is back and all is right with the world. On the other hand, swampbear is going to be handling tools - I hope there’s sufficient adult supervision and all…
I have mushrooms growing in my yard, thanks to all the rain we’ve been getting. I can’t mow, so the lawn looks terrible. Maybe I’ll get a dry hour this afternoon to sneak out there.
And I propose a special “Write Like Rue” plaque be engraved and presented to welby with all due pomp and ceremony. I’ll bring the chocolate cake. Ya done good, welby!
You could bring the mushrooms to the pool party, FCM, and we could eat some mushroom… something…
What’s a party food that involves mushrooms? I can’t think of one.
Those were some very excellent knock-knock jokes. I’d add another, but, shockingly, I don’t know ANY knock-knock jokes about ants. My education is clearly lacking.
Another “well done” for welby.
Whew. Rue is back, and the pressure is off.
Except for the pressure to come up with silly ant jokes. I’m not doing so well in that department.
And I’m not evil. I’m just misunderstood.
(educated voice) Clotted cream is very, very thick cream. It isn’t rancid- it’s the food of the gods, particularly on cake. Or scones. Or, really, on gingerbread, lemon cake, muffins…
It’s like cream that’s so thick it doesn’t have to be whipped- it stands up on its own. I think it’s usually 45% butterfat.
Every time I read the words “clotted cream” I get this vision of someone picking a big scab off thier knee and eating it. That someone is actually my mental vision of Exgineer.
FCM just bring the cake. I need no plaque as long as there’s cake. Well, that’s not strictly true. A plaque would feed my usually starving ego very well. I still want to get that recipe by the way. . .
Kn(shroom lover)ckers, we could have stuffed mushrooms, I also make a mean mushroom salad, then there’s mini-pizzas. . .
welby, I emailed the recipe to you months ago - is there something wrong with the email in your profile?
No, sorry. If you don’t put SDMB in the message I never get it. That way I don’t get a bunch of junk mail in my account. Probably should have mentioned that to you. . .
I will give you Exgineer’s soul if you can find the time to send it along again.
Heh heh. Snickers said “swampbear is going to be handling tools”! Well good for you Swampy. Is there dinner and drinks involved?
So clotted cream is butter without the churning Lissla? It really needs better PR. The name is just not a good name for such dairy goodness.
Quit picking on Ex welby. If you don’t he’ll never heal. You don’t want that do you? Just pick, pick, pick and before you know it, he’ll fester. Then there’s always the possibility of blood poisoning. And did you hear about the lab monkey that picked at a scab on his head all day and drill right through his skull? It’s something to think about.
-Rue. (thinking)
I’m not picking on him, I’m picking near him. There’s a big difference. Besides, he started it.
I don’t need Ex’s soul - I’ll send the recipe along, with SDMB in the subject, even though I would expect my return address alone should merit your attention. When I wrote to Ex, he didn’t just assume I was junk mail.
Telling… very telling indeed.
Rue, I pondered the use of the word “tools” but I figured we were all adults here and wouldn’t stoop to such juvenile humor. Silly me. 
Recipe sent, WITH SDMB in the subject line.
Oh you rule you rule you rule FCM! Exgineer’s soul is en route via parcel post.
sigh not the kinda “tools” I like handling most, but it’ll do.
This is a Habitat for Humanity build so I guess the drink part is out. However, the eats are usually pretty good.
I didn’t mention this earlier, but the build is in Valdosta, GA about 90 miles from where I live. So, some of us from work (we’re going as a group) are spending the night in Valdosta. So, I guess there will be dinner and drinks. Just not so many drinks. After all we gotta go be home builders tomorrow. It’s also supposed to rain, but the Habitat folks told us there’d be lots of inside work to do. I told em on the application that I could use a hammer and pound nails and use a paint brush and help do grunt work like bring materials. That’s the kinda stuff I did before for Habitat and I didn’t hurt or kill myself or anybody else, so I figure that’s safe.
TMI COMING UP
I do have a “playmate” in Valdosta I could call up. He likes “tool” handling almost as much as I do. Told ya it was TMI.
Oh, that wasn’t nearly as TMI as I was expecting, Angel Pants, given the bolded all-caps warning. I thought there would be putrefaction, pestilence and horror. I was expecting graphic details, including (but not limited to) the following:
phlegm
pus
slug excrescence
liquefied skunk carcasses
Barney the Purple Dinosaur
I was sorely disappointed. Or relieved. But either way, I was sore.
Uninteresting, semi-embarrassing hijack:
I just nearly passed out. I gave blood this morning, and it is a point of pride with me that I never get light headed donating (this always shocks the vampirism techs, because I’m a puny little munchkin). ANYHOW, today, I gave blood and had no troubles at all, came back to my office and sat at my desk for the rest of the morning. Then, I went to go to lunch, and as some lady and I were waiting for the elevator, I came over all faint.
Did I mention the pride thing? Okay, I did. So, of course, I couldn’t ADMIT that I was about to pass out, because I didn’t want the other lady to know (plus, she’s a nurse, and I know she’d have made a fuss).
Yes, I’m insane, thanks for asking.
So, she and I rode down in the elevator, me trying my best to look conscious, though I had to lean against the wall to stay upright, and though I couldn’t really see or hear anything.
Fortunately, she got off at floor 1, and I was going down to the basement, so I had the elevator to myself for a floor, which gave me the opportunity to put my head down and get some blood back in my brain, without anyone knowing.
Now, THAT was an uncomfortable experience, and it should teach me that pride is a sin. But that is not what it taught me. It taught me that I should drink more water before I give blood.
Kn(all better now)ckers
I’m suddenly overcome with desire for black nail polish. I mean, I have black nail polish, but it’s 20 years old and crappy. I don’t think I can justify buying $10 nail polish when my other half is out of work.
Bleh. I need clotted cream and scones.