Did I ever mention how much I love HIPAA? Doctor’s office calls, asking for DH. He’s not here, can I help you? No, they can’t talk to me due to HIPAA concerns.
Lady, I was in the room when the doctor met us and talked about the treatments. Other than actually getting zapped/scanned/nuked/whatever, there’s really nothing going on here that I’ve not been a party to.
So, you really can’t tell me that he’s got an appointment on Monday?
Anyone got a hissy fit smiley I can borrow?
Ar-can-saw. It’s Yiddish, “Noah looked out of the Ark And Saw.”
An average of five inches a year. Y’all have, what, five inches an hour?
Do you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? Now there’s a frood who *really *knows where his towel is!
I’m about to venture out to the Sto’ of Grocery. Thanks to whoever mentioned chili in the last week, I now want some and need to get the fixin’s thereof.
Howdy from da cave. Actually I’ve been here for a while. I left irk at one fifteen this p.m. Since then I have made a batch of cheese thangs to take to the reception doin’s tomorrow evenin’ over to the church house. I have also made pineapple cream cheese dip for the same but it’s actually what MOG is goin’ to take. I had all the stuff so I told her I’d make it. In return, she is buyin’ me dindin at Olive Garden ths evenin’. OYKW is goin’ too but he has to pay for himself as he did not make pineapple cream cheese dip. Yeah I know, Olive Garden, but I kinda like it and they have this three course deal goin’ on which sounds like it’d be good. Plus, hey, free dindin!
Midget sorry about the mug. Don’t think it’s weird to be somewhat upset. It’s ok to get more than a little sad/upset when it’s sump’n that had special meanin’.
gotti it’s what keeps ‘em from bein’ sued. It’s another one of those gotta overdo it regs that are unfortunately so necessary these days.
You sound like a collaborator. :dubious:
I bet you love having that on your Permanent Record, what with the NSA watching the board and all. :rolleyes:
Well with the NSA a watchin us Mumpers, I kinda regret the Late night activity MMP from a bit back. Thank og for statutes of limitations. Whew
I am stabby, paycheck that was supposed to be in hand Tuesday then Thursday, call today. It is ready, 2:15pm Friday office closed. Really? You cant bother to tell me this when I was on the phone with you. *#;:@@+=;:
Jim
well, it’s turned back to snow and so far there’s a little over an inch on top of the sleet we’ve had since about 1pm
**rosie **- sounds like the perfect excuse to veg to the max! If I didn’t have so much to do, I’d veg with you from here. But I need to toss a load in the washer since we’ll be gone all day tomorrow and most of Sunday.
The phones I ordered came today - a base unit and 3 extra handsets. They’re great! And so much nicer than the old ones we had. The base unit is in the kitchen, I’ve got one next to me, there’s one next to FCD, and one in the bedroom. The caller ID announces who’s calling so we don’t have to leave our seats to walk across the room! Way cool! 
**FCD **is acclimating a bunch of snails and crabs - a new cleaning crew for the aquarium. Long overdue and most welcome. They’ll be one with their new home in about an hour.
Yep, always exciting here.
Shame, Fairychat.
Poor Rosie is snowbound, and the only thing she can do is veg.
You brag about communication devices so that you may signal for help without leaving your chair, and are free to leave your home at will, while she is trapped!
And shame, you remind her that you live not in an Arctic Waste like the Cute One, but in an area where water is a liquid and aquatic life may exist!
Oh, shame!
:dubious:
The wind is blowing.
That doesn’t sound like it’s a bad thing, right?
buzzer sound
The wind blowing in the mountains usually means that any loose hatches must be battened down soonest. Our wind gusts usually get up to about 40-50 mph. You know, good tree-knocking-down gusts.
So yeah. The wind is blowing.
Flytrap learned a new word today, “shame” & is using it as much as possible.
He used it twice on me for some unknown reason. 
He’s used it on Mooommmm thrice
I think when he gets to Swampy it’ll just be “shameshameshameshameshameshameshameshameshameshameshameshameshame” for a couple of paragraphs for doing things like leaving irk early. :eek:
Oh, Far Be It From Me to explain why, Harley Breath!
My sinuses and throat hate me, the cat snubbed her breakfast (which she normally pretty much inhales), and I had to cancel a dinner appointment for tomorrow evening due to DH’s unavailability (he was, to his surprise, informed he’s working tomorrow). Sure, the extra money in next week’s paycheck will be good, but I’m annoyed about the change of plans. OTOH, if I’m coming down with something anyway…
Federal tax refund arrived promptly, nearly all went to paying off a credit card (grump). I also need to figure out scheduling that eye exam to get updated glasses, when I can’t at this point be all that confident of DH being available to drive (for those who haven’t had the pleasure, it is not feasible to safely drive after a pupil dilation done during an eye exam) further out than Thursday afternoon when I’d want to go in on Saturday.
Grumble gripe grouch. I know there are much worse problems in life, I haven’t lost all perspective.
Moses and Aaron on a stick, I wish my income tax return could pay off the credit card. I had it almost paid off and had to invest more in the Buick we inherited from my MIL.
Time to knit…
Spidey is a chicken.
Nonetheless, Shabbat Shalom for those of you so inclined. 
Back from dindin at Olive Garden and swingin’ by the visitation for Miss Mary. Weird thing, she’s being cremated but tonight they had her laid out in a coffin. She shall be cremated later tonight. Then I remembered when their grandson died they did the same thing. Apparently one can rent a coffin for such purposes. This is probably more funereal type information than anyone might possibly want to know.
Anywho, that’s the news from swampland.
Oh and Spidey I do not worry about flytrap attemptin’ to shame me because he should know by now that I have no shame.
Yep.
How about this? The internal volume needed for an urn is calculated by the weight of a person. One pound of person equals one cubic inch of space. 
Rosie and Alien, have y’all died yet in Snowpocalypse '13?