Ooh, thanks for the deck-decorating tip, Rue. You can be sure I’ll run right out and buy me a 3.5 foot tall Bela Lugosi Lawn Ornament.
Hmm, I’ve got Bela, the Inflate Tree, the Moai, the seasonally dressed pink flamingos… Loks like I’m running out of room. I’m going to have to branch out and start decorating the neighbors’ decks, too. Stinky People first. Heh heh heh.
Tune in to PBS for This Old Apartment, with your host, Kn*ckers.
This week, see Knckers play the soundtrack from Carousel REALLY LOUD, as revenge for whatever horribly stinky burned chicken thing the people across the hall cooked last night. Then, she’ll be hanging pictures. Not because she likes pictures, just because she knows pounding nails into the wall is REALLY annoying.
Knckers is bad and vengeful. Don’t be like Kn*ckers.
But support Public Broadcasting.
Well, this thread has convinced me that I should not invite swampy to my house. I need to meet him in a neutral location far away, lest some bizarre lawn art appear in my yard. I’m thinking gnomes engaged in unseemly behavior.
Wow, khaki shorts and red shirt. I have khaki shorts and a red shirt. hehehehe - that might be worth shaving my legs after all.
Gazelle, I was photographed but unidentified at two MAD gatherings - one at the WeirdNorth Estate last year and another at the RainForest Cafe last Feb. I was pretty much sitting like a lump, so I don’t think I was exuding cool. But I had bathed, so there was that. I’ll prolly bathe before swampy gets here too, since I expect I’ll be working in the garden beforehand. I wonder who you saw that you thought was so cool??
But, then, I’ve always been a little different.
(Actuallly, at first I type litter instead of little but I couldn’t think of anything funny to do with that, so I changed it. (That enough commas for everybody?))
So Lissa, (see? there’s another one) since you’ve got a Latin Pooh there does he run around in a little toga and laurel wreath? And maybe he could throw rabbit to the heffalumps or something. 'Cause that would be really interesting.
I suppose I should have mentioned that we already have some lawn art. It’s a stack of 3 frogs made of cement. It’s cute. Hubby was taken by it and got it on sale for $20. He made me promise to make sure it doesn’t get sold with the house next year.
It’s low key and decidedly classier than plywood butts, tho not as cool as a yardful of moai and glow-in-the-dark Virgins.
You people are recycling the same hijacks from the last two threads. This is unacceptable, and I’m disappointed with all of you.
You could have taken “moai” and run with it. You could have used Angel Pants’ pool as an excuse for a “bodies of water” digression. Old reliable FairyChatMom just sort of showed up. Worst of all, Rue, the king, just kinda tossed this thing out here and expected the weak and the lame to carry it.
I’m up for the challenge. Ordinarily, I’d expect welby to help, but he’s been strangely absent lately. The second I post this, I’m gonna’ e-mail him to see if he’s okay. Provided, of course, that his e-mail addy is public. Otherwise, I’m screwed.
Since Kn*ckers has decided not to flash her boobs and Lissla’s cat is okay, I guess I’m stuck with dwyr’s post for hijack material.
My girlfriend has a little cast-resin gargolyle. Evidently, there is some sort of superstition that holds gargoyles out to be supernatural defenders of humanity or something. She insists on having the little sucker facing the door of her apartment. That’s a little weird, but I think gargoyles are cool, so I put up with it.
Okay, that’s lame. It’s still better than anything you guys came up with.
For my buddy beegirl13: You were right. Just go ahead and post. I wasn’t really worried about what other people thought about my posts, it was just that I didn’t like 'em. A couple of days of introspection led me to the conclusion that I was worried about something stupid. Thanks.
Of course, while swampbear is keeping her occupied, the rest of us will be at her house decorating the front yard. Gnomes engaged in unseemly behavior will be the least of her problems.
Well, I for one was wondering about our serious lack of Exgineer and welby in this thread and was becoming mildly concerned. Their lack of boobs has never troubled me in the slightest.
… off to find out what in the world welby’s been up to … new car?..
No, I didn’t just sort of show up. I was at a professional conference for the last couple of days with no computer access till I got home. But now I’m back in the office to defend myself against such as you who call me “Old”! Harumph!
And LurkMeister, I dare ya! I DOUBLE dare ya! The only thing more unseemly than swampgnomes would be, perhaps, Exgineer and welby cavorting on my lawn in thongs. :eek:
Of course we love you Lissla. How could you even ask?
You know what I could contribute to the next white elephant round rock? A 7 year old gas dryer. Wouldn’t that be just the bossest elephant? It’s already white. Although the postage would kill me (not to mention all the bubble wrap I’d need) so I probably won’t be sending out the old dryer. Probably.
I have concrete gargoyles! They are so cool. There are two of them and I got them for Christmas. They used to be out by the garden (the two tomato plants), but I made sure to round them up so as not to forget them. Oh! And Josie (that would be Scotticher to you) sent me an inside gargoyle in the last Christmas Exchange.
One year all us sibs got together and bought my older (or oldest if you prefer) sister a concrete Elvis bust. Painted even. It was a stealth gift. We snuck it on her front porch when she was on her way to Mom’s for Christmas. See, she was leaving her house and we showed up right after that and left the Elvis (goodness! it was BEATIFULL) on her front porch. Then she got a distraction gift so she wouldn’t suspect anything (we pick a sib’s name out of a hat and swap gifts for Christmas). Then when she got home that night she was surprised by the King’s head. It was great. <----- This would be the post I left out of my post. Excuse me.
-Rue. (off-line for insurance purposes)
I went night bowling last Saturday. There was an Elvis bust somewhere near the “snack station”. It (the Elvis) was painted bronze. I’m not sure why. Night bowling is weird. They turn off some of the lights and use UV so that all the lint on your clothes glows with surpassing radiance. It was tacky but fun.
I’m not sure why they only do the glow-in-the-dark thing at night, though. There weren’t any windows, which means there’s no natural outside light to spoil the cute cancer-inducing effect if you do it in daytime. I suppose they’d have to change the name, then.
I suspect this is either my 999th or 1000th post.
The picture on the front of Winnie Ille Pu has Pooh and Piglet in Roman armour, and Piglet’s holding a decorated staff-thingy.
Now for some comments which actually harken back to the OP, a thing which rarely happens in RMMTTIAWMN:
I had some dentistry (oral surgery, actually) done in January of this year. The bill went to my insurance company. The insurance company said, hey, this is really procedure X, for $270 and procedure Y for $560. On procedure X we shall pay $180. On procedue Y, we don’t really think those are all that important (a bone graft), so we ain’t payin’ nothin. Sorry. So I’m think I’m hosed for about $650, plus my $25 deductible. But my dentist is really cool and really likes my company (he made a bunch of money off of our stock), so when I called to see what did I owe and were they going to challenge the insurance company, they just said not to worry about it, I only owed $25. Sweet. The only downside is that I set aside some money in a pre-tax account to pay for some of the difference and now I have to find something to spend it on. Maybe I’ll get breast implants.
On moving and moai: Is Moai singular or plural? Also, I need Rue to remind me again (private email is okay) exactly where he’s moving. A friend of mine is moving from somewhere near Mehoopany, PA to Mason next month. Maybe you’ll be neighbors. He’s a good guy but he does have redhair, as does his wife. IIRC the Little Woman has redhair, so this could be a conspiracy. Anyway, your bears can move in with us if they don’t want to go outside the beltway. We’ve been watching our rabbit and chipmunk with fascination these past few days, plus all of the birds, so a bear would fit in nicely. Although a wolverine would be a bit more exotic.
And for those who are near to us then you might consider the British Isles Fest mentioned in Rue’s other thread. I’d link if I weren’t so lazy and shiftless.
Merciful heavens, Shibb. That was so cheery-looking I can hardly believe you were being sarcastic! :eek: :o
But just for you I’ll say, Hurray for your nice dentist and BOO to the mean insurance company. A non-essential bone graft? That hardly seems an off-the-cuff, frivilous procedure one would have just for the fun of it. But don’t get me started on dentists and insurance <fume>
Oh , I have some really, really, (superfluos commas for dwyr because I care) bad news Shibb. As things turned out, I WON’T be moving into Blue Ash. As much as I wanted to be near you (like in a trailer in your side yard) it’s not going to happen. West Chester was out too. We wound up in Liberty Township just north of Mason, around the corner and down the street from:
A) Soupo’s school
&
2. An emu farm.
I think all in all we did pretty OK.
-Rue. (a little suspicious of “Mehoopany”)
P.S. This is the other thread. You know, about the British Isles Fest.
Ex, you jerk! Thanks for caring. And I DO have boobs, they’re just not as good as Lori’s. Probably. My boobs are pretty damn fine, if I do say so myself.
Of course, after I lose the weight I’ll probably not have boobs anymore, but until then you can share them with Welbywife. She gets them on weekends though. I couldn’t budge her on that score.
As for where I’ve been, since some of you so kindly asked, I am working on a narrative that I’ll post when it’s done. It’s long, and has lots of information, and is probably dull, but you’ll still read it because you lust me.
Since the best place to advertise is a Rue Thread, I will ask you all to patiently await the posting of The Place, a multipart reflection and true story, with the first installement due out next week sometime.
Fairy Chat Mom, I hardly ever wear my thong anymore. Just a tube sock and pasties.
The only thing more unseemly than swampgnomes would be, perhaps, Exgineer and welby cavorting on my lawn in thongs. :eek:
:o