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ETA: TFIF, and be sure to jump a lot today.
No new dead skunks to report.
Why can’t it be both? I avoided posting for four whole days to avoid the subject, and switcheroo-ed the date over at Fathom to remain under the radar here as well as there.
But I forgot about Una’s board , and catz caught me over there. (So close)
So no hugs and no cake for me, I’m prickly like that. You kids missed it by a day, so there. Any other mentions of the subject may result in a wombat attack.
One of my sister’s favorite stories she likes to tell to embarrass me is similar to this.
I’ve always been a cycling fan, and I would ride my bike to school and work whenever I had the chance. One of my pet peeves to this day is a driver who doesn’t think a bicycle should be on the road. Almost as a reflex, I developed the habit of raising my left hand over my shoulder and flipping off the driver whenever I’m honked at.
So, one warm fall morning just after high school started for the year, I was diligently pedaling ass to class, and I heard a honk from behind. Up goes the left hand and customary finger, and then I saw my mother pass me. :eek: I was waaaaaaaay beyond embarrassed.
When I got to school, I got on the payphone and called her at work to apologize. She would not accept it, saying, “We’ll discuss it tonight.”
Everyone was home, and she must have clued my sister in about what happened and told her to keep quiet. In the meantime, I was getting increasingly agitated, expecting a good reaming. Finally, as dinner was winding down, I said to mom, “You said we’d talk about it, so let’s talk about it.”
Mom got this big ol’ shit-eating grin and said, “Next time, don’t be so fast to fly that bird. It could be your grandmother behind you.” My sister lost it, enjoying the spectacle of me being played like a pro and landed like a trophy fish.
Lesson learned, and I used the same technique on my son the time he went to the principal’s office for being rowdy on the school bus (an oft-told tale).
awake - mostly packed - definitely in need of caffeine
I might stopped in again before I hit the road but then not again until Sunday evening - so have a fun weekend, all.
(no beebs, this is not the Boston trip I mentioned - that’s next month)
Hmmmm. 2 things: 1. all my recipes are currently on scraps of paper or index cards in a box. and 2. I think I like thinking of a book as a big Word document.
I skimmed this and thought–whoa, GT is a Mob member?
It’s Friday!!! Also, Happy Frog Day!
I missed the “fuck winter” party last night, so alas, I must get mine in now. So,Fuck Winter!!
Welcome back Beebs!!
Rigs the cookies sound amazing…and so easy. I agree that you should work on the cookbook. I’ll step out on a limb and suggest that the MMPers can be your guinea pigs. We’ll be your official taste testers. 
VBob I have a different recipe for Better than Sex Cake
Bake 1 german chocolate cake according to directions on box. Let cool a bit, not too long, poke holes in the top of the cake using the handle of a wooden spoon (or other such object). Pour a can of sweet & condensed milk over the cake, followed by a container of Mrs. Richardson’s Carmel. “Frost” the cake using a container of Cool Whip and chop up candy bars of your choice to sprinkle over the top, chocolate chips work in a pinch. Growing up Ma always used Heath or Butterfinger candy bars. Cut the cake into small pieces (it’s very rich) and enjoy! Cake tastes best cold, just out of the fridge.
Now I need to go and get ready for work. Rigs, I’d happy to be a tester of your recipes if you put them in a word document!
no,
It’s Firday!!!
thanks to one of Haze’s durkne psots
Nope, sorry, cake isn’t better than sex.
The three French apple pies I’ve made in the last week and a half are. Especially warm, straight out of the oven.
Crap. I shouldn’t have said that. I always forget that KeithT’s a lurker. Dunno if he reads the MMP, but just in case <insert obligatory nothing’s-better-than-sex comment here>.
Fuck.
No reason for that. I just didn’t want to be left out.
All the crab cake talk’s made me want them. So now we’re planning a Trader Joe’s trip this weekend so we can pick up some of their incredible lump crab mean. Yummmm.
TFIF!!
If Keith T thinks sex with him is better than apple pie, fresh from the oven, he needs to SHOW YOU that it is. Such a thing cannot be proven with one experience; he needs to prove his track record over time, and every time you make an apple pie.
Listen to wise elders of your tribe.
Mmmmm… chocolate cookies. I guess I know what I’m doing tonight when I get home from yoga.
(folding myself up into a pretzel for an hour justifies whomping down some buttery/chocolatey/sugary morsels as a reward, no?)
Oh frabjous day!
I managed to sweet-talk the boss into letting me work from the downtown office today, which is lovely and wonderful because I meant I could sleep in until 7:30am rather than haul my ass out of bed at the crack of dawn to commute two hours to our suburban complex. As an added kindness, the cats decided to wait until I woke up to ask for breakfast, rather than using me as a trampoline at 5am.
Also, this year’s tally of Roll Up The Rim to Win goodies has officially hit two free coffees. Which is more than I won in the last two years combined.
Clearly, something is about to go horribly wrong with this day. I mean, short commute, free coffee, and weekend around the corner? Too good to be true.
Awake, if barely, and vertical – or vertical enough, anyway. Allow me to add my own Fuck Winter sentiment. Although the wind has died down and it is almost imperceptibly warmer than yesterday, it’s still sucktastically cold. I’m beyond ready to hang up my coat and gloves for the season. Mind you, we’re supposed to get some rain by Monday. Rain sucks, but it does mean warmer temperatures. And, unfortunately, icy roads and sidewalks.
But at least it’s Fucking Firday!
Last night I finally got the bulk of the blog back up and running on the new host. While we’re unrestrainedly indulging the full scope of our wonderful language, I would like to point out that this was a fucking nightmare that took me a cumulative total of about 10 hours to fix due to numerous dumbassed issues that should never have been issues in the first place. However, the important stuff is done. Now it’s all the little niggling details that have to be fixed up and re-edited and altered and crap. I tell you, using someone else’s software to blog with is a royal pain it the tuchus, even if you have access to all of the source code, because tracing the origins and actions of a particular function across eleventy dozen little PHP modules is like navigating an evil, evil hedge maze; just when you think you’ve found out where it is, it isn’t, but it calls this other module, but that’s not it either, yet it makes reference to several other code functions which you can look up, but they won’t help either because they have nothing actually to do with what you’re trying to track down so you start all over, making sure to double-check that all sharp implements are beyond your immediate grasp.
Beebs - Happy Belated Birthday! I won’t do the whole cake thing, since you’re trying to avoid the whole spectacle thing. Instead, please enjoy this bevy of lap dancers. As for the trolls – they’re fascinating, but bewildering at the same time, as there must be a much lower level of thought to which I am incapable of lowering myself in order to understand what makes them tick.
Manha[sup]2[/sup] - I’m still at one lonely coffee. Which is about par for the course. These things always start off slowly, but I usually end up with a dozen or so various wins, all of which are drink of food related.
Ugh. Back to work.
TGI Firday!!!
WuhTehFuh? First, I’m a girl. Second, you better not ignore me! And Third, I don’t think I said anything important–just a comment about liking to see a picture of Shadow and her horse.
VBob, or whatever your MMP nickname is, NOTHING with coconut in it can be better than sex.
Hmmm… we may have to work on that this weekend. 
Forgot to add earlier… yes, beebs, we really are Dunkin’-less around here. Being an East Coaster by upbringing, I miss the orange-and-pink-lettered cups. But we have Caribou so I guess that helps. :dubious: OK, not at all. Of my options here, I end up going with $tarbucks. :eek: 
And sorry, but I’m not going to participate in the map thing. I like to remain a little bit anonymous. 
(See? The sunglasses are to help hide my identity.)
Oh, also, I’m soliciting opinions. We need a quilt/bedspread for the guest room. What say the mumpers about this or this ?
Love the second one. Seriously do not love the first one. It’s the colors, though, not the pattern.
Happy LEAP 'N FIRDAY, MMPrs!!!
All of the recipes have me chewing my fingers in hongriness. Everything sounds nummy.
I wonder can you burn out your CD burner? That’s all I’ve been doing this morning…burning CDs. There will be a total of 45 when I am done…if I don’t burn out my CD burner.
Oh, and FUCKIN’ A just for good measure.
Really awesomely good crab cakes are better than sex. Or at least better than any sex I’ve ever had. (Sorry, MamaTigs. It had to be said.)
My roommate is leaving for a weekend trip today, so I have the place to myself tonight until sometime late Sunday. I have no plans, but it’ll be nice to not have him underfoot for a bit.
And I found out last night that he eats some disgusting food. He made spaghetti, put a bunch of cheese on it, so far so good…and then doused the whole thing with ketchup! I don’t know how I kept my mouth shut, but I was repelled! ICK!
I like the colours of the first (sorry, Trouble) but it’s too busy IMO. The second is also too busy, but moderately better.
Of course I’m the one who has solid sheets and a simple vertically striped quilt cover and pillow cases so I’m not the best to ask for patterns like that. (You can see them in the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie. The latest one. Arthur Dent has the same set as I do.)
EEEEEWWWWWWWWWW. That’s nasty!