If I ever get my fingers on a Southside phonebook, I can probably figure out where you live, too… :eek:
Have a good time at the pshrink. I’ve got to go to a trade show at the Virginia Beach Pavilion this afternoon, and stand around talking to people who are only interested in the swag the booths give out. We call them ‘treasure hunters’.
Grr…
I have been in my home several years now and I don’t have a dryer. I would take my clothes to work with me to dry them. However, it’s not very efficient since I can’t do a lot of loads at a time and I can only wash when I will be going in to work. I only have hookups for a gas dryer. I bought a gas dryer years ago but never got it hooked up. So I finally called a plumber for a quote. They looked at it a couple days ago and just now called back. $350.00 to connect the dryer! The dryer didn’t cost that much. I read up on how to do it so I know it’s not that complicated I just don’t want to mess with gas. I think I’ll try the gas company.
Good luck, bob! Come back and tell us all about it.
I don’t really have anything to post yet today, other than I’m feeling a little punk today. I mean I’m a tad under the weather, ya pervs! Nothing I can put my finger on except I feel fatigued and like I’m on the verge of gettin’ sumpin. It was all I could do to get my three miles in on the treadmill this morning and I sneezed several times for no good reason.
On the good news front, I brought a small bowl of my homemade chicken stew for lunch today. Maybe it will work like chicken soup.
Tupug
Good luck at the pshrink V-Bob!
Well, Harimod , at least you’ve made a new friend, right? Sometimes CG friends have cute friends, ya know what I mean?
I hope you get to feeling a little better Tupug.
I have nothing new or exciting to post. My morning is getting off to a very slow start…I’m just sipping coffee and reading the Straight Dope. I should get something done around the house, and I probably will, but for now, I’m just going to enjoy the peace, quiet and solitude. My days have been so, I don’t know,
“noisy”. So, it’s nice to just slow down and enjoy it.
Good news! The roof is fine!
See, here’s the deal. When Indian Winter blew into town, it blew in hard. When we woke up the next morning there was a strip of wet on our kitchen ceiling. This could not be good. The last time we had a roof-related situation I tried to take matters into my own hand and fix it. All that was for naught. So this time as soon as we noticed something was amiss, we called the Roofing Guy right away. (See? I can learn from the past.) That was Saturday morning. Monday he called us to tell us he was sending one of his guys out to look at the problem.
Tuesday morning the Roofing Guy’s sub-guy came out to look at our ceiling and then our roof to see what was what. At 8:45 in the morning. While I was trying to get Soupo ready for school. He came in and looked at our ceiling and said (what I thought) that water seeped down along the ceiling joist and got our ceiling wet. But where did it come from, this water? He went out on our back deck and looked at our roof with his experienced roofer’s eyes and couldn’t see any shingle problems. (My civilian eyes couldn’t see anything wrong with our shingles either, but what do I know?) So his theory was that it was raining real hard (it was) and the wind was blowing real hard (it was) and the wind blew the rain right into our ridge vent and then it dripped down the joist and got our kitchen ceiling wet. The roof is (technically) fine. Then he left.
Since then it’s rained regular fall-straight-down rain and the kitchen ceiling has not broken out into any more wetness. So all looks well.
And the cat didn’t escape when the roof guy was here either. I thought she did, but she didn’t. She was sitting in front of the door looking out and then the roof guy went out that door and then I didn’t see the cat no more. Oh no! She might have hightailled it out of the door! So I went looking for her. Looking for a cat is useless. And the boys were no help. They just sat there eating (my) Cap’n Crunch. The good peanut butter kind. Shows how much they love the cat- less than Cap’n Crunch Peanut Butter Crunch.
But after I gave up and stopped looking for the cat, she comes strolling into the kitchen.
So our roof is fine and our cat hasn’t run away.
The End.
Well, geez, Rue given the choice between a bowl of Cap’n Crunch Peanut Butter Crunch goodness and a cat, the answer should be obvious, don’t ya think?
I’m hungry. Gonna go eat me some chicken salad and stuff. Then I won’t be hungry.
Who wants to bet the pshrink decides VunderBob needs to be kept for “observation” for an undisclosed amount of time? 
Sorry to disappoint you, Swampy. She turned out to be a bigger smart-ass than I am, so we had a good ol’ time. I did actually use the ‘3 out of 4 voices’ and ‘taller standing up’ lines on her.
She did say that my testing showed that I don’t always comply with authority. That got a Duh… out of me, and that led to a discussion of my innate skepticism about nearly everything.
The short of it is that I passed easily, and my file now moves on to the pile for insurance processing and approval.
Are there germs being spread around the MMP? **MagicEyes **and I were sick yesterday and now **Tupug **doesn’t feel so good. Someone get out the disinfectant and wipe down the MMP! I’m finally feeling better though, which is good 'cause today we had an Office Staff Appreciation luncheon. I still did eat all that much, but at least I didn’t miss it entirely. Hope everyone else feels better or stays healthy!
Heh. I actually once made that very mistake in speaking to someone. Was hilarious.
Too true, Taters. New friends are good.
Whoa, that was fast. two and a half hours after coming back from the psych evaluation, the surgeon’s office called, wanting to schedule because I’ve been approved by my insurance company… :eek: 
Holey Moley! I’m used to the long wait just to get results from the test. So, did you schedule?
Not yet. They wanted to book for May 23rd; we move to the new VunderLair the 21st, so I said no. My work project has a design review coming up, so as soon as I figure out when that is, I’ll book. My assumption right now is the first Monday in June.
So, I can expect the new, improved, svelte VunderBob at my bday pool party in late July? My bday is July 29th, which is a Friday, so I expect the oh so f-aaa-buuu-lous bday celebration will be on July 30th*. Mark your calendars.
*If a certain somebody knows what’s good for him, that is.
OK so as I had I my 3 day weekend I had to catch up for the past 3 days on the big ol pile ‘o’ crap that accumulated on my desk over the weekend. My freshly cleaned desk that I tidied & pledged on Thurday before I left. Our cleaning lady doesn’t touch my desk as if she moves one piece of paper I can’t find it. So anyways where was I oh right so I am sitting at 5.30pm on Wednesday reading the MMP catching up see.
Vunderbob whoohoo!
Taters pretty walls
Swampy good story. You need more ice cream in that freezer
fcm glad hubby is OK
Harimad-sol new friends are always a bonus
Homebrew cuuuuute doggy
dangergene you scare me but I miss my mam & dad a lot so I sympathise
I wore a T-shirt to work today that is blue and in yellow writing it says “because I said so” that seemed to answer all the questions from all of my crews today when I asked/told/threatened them with violence to do their jobs. This is my new favorite shirt.
Darn…it ate my post!!! It was unbelievably witty, of course.
The 5-second recap:
ems - funny shirt!
taxi - yes, disinfect, especially with VunderBob’s surgery practically scheduled - no further germs allowed in the MMP!
VunderBob - yay for being almost there!
Rue - yay for healthy roof!
I’m sure there weren’t that many exclamation marks.
GT
Yay VunderBob! Now your pants are going to be falling off! And we wanna see pictures! 
I hope I’m not the one who brought the germs into the MMP. I’m generous, but not with the germs. Maybe I need a better anti-virus program–I have a Mac, so I usually don’t have to worry about things like that. 
taxi78cab and Tupug, I hope you feel better!
ems, that’s the coolest t-shirt ever!
My Exciting Evening: I was lounging on the couch, watching the Simpsons, and someone knocked on the door. I was a little surprised to see a police officer standing there. I’m thinking, “What? What did I do? I didn’t do nothin’. You can’t prove anything.” But I didn’t really say that, and he asked me if I called about a raccoon. I said no, and I asked him if he had the name of the person who called. He said he forgot–now, either he’s not telling me the truth, which is okay, but he could have just said that, or he really did forget, and that would make me very concerned about the quality of our police. So I said maybe it was my neighbor around the corner, so he went around the corner and stayed there for a while, so that must have been the right neighbor.
I needed to get some groceries, so I’m walking out to the car, and I see that the police car is parked in front of my driveway, but I parked on the street, so that would have been okay, if he hadn’t parked In The Middle Of The Street. While I’m pondering whether I’ll have enough room to drive around (probably not, because it’s a narrow street and there’s a big ditch on the other side), one of my neighbors was jogging by, and he stopped to see what was up with the police being in our quiet little neighborhood. I told him it was a raccoon, and he told me that one of our other neighbors had a rabid raccoon trying to break into her house. :eek: So I’m sure you all remember my report a couple of weeks ago about the possibly rabid raccoon at the creek (you do remember, don’t you?). It looks like I was right, the coon is rabid, and now it’s trying to break into our houses. I’m not sure I can live in the same neighborhood with rabid raccoons randomly breaking into people’s houses. So eventually I made it to the grocery store in spite of the rabid raccoons roaming the neighborhood. I guess rabid raccoons are better than copperheads, anyway. They show up around here sometimes. So now I’m home and there are no crazed raccoons trying to break in, so we’re safe. For now.
Whew! MagicEyes, you had me scared there for a moment, what with the rabid racoon and copperheads and all. I’d better not dream about any of this!!!
GT
Rabid raccoons who break and enter (or try to)… :eek: Geez, the worst thing I ever got in my yard, besides the occasional snake which is just a fact of life in these parts, was a cow. But she wasn’t rabid or prone to breaking and entering. She was just standing in the front yard having a grass snack. I even kinda knew where the cow came from being as there’s a dairy farm just down the road. Sure enough one of the cows had escaped, so they came up with a cow trailer and got her. Of course the baby rattlesnake that tried to attack my BIL at the pool last summer was an adventure too. Baby snake slithered out from under the cooler as BIL was reaching in for a beer. It coiled and hissed at him and attempted to strike but didn’t do a very good job. We got it onto a shovel and carried it to the field across from my house. Course we kept waiting for a mama rattlesnake to show up the rest of the day. Still, not near as exciting as MagicEyes rabid, burglarizing raccoon! EEK!
Dayum, Swampmeister. By July 29th, I should be svelting, but not yet svelte.
I should also point out that July 31st in my birthday…