My new job has 1/2 day Fridays during the summer. So I’m outta here! Woo!
Drae, glad you’re seeing some light in the tunnel.
Eeechh! I hate going to the dentist. I can’t even read about it, so I skipped all over the dental dam story.
I got to fire an idiot that needed firing today!!
I’m a good boss, I have firing people. But this guy asked for it. A couple days ago, he’s driving a load of kids home, and two of then, middle-school aged, asked him to stop at Mac D’s for some food.
And. He. Did.
Took half a bus full of kids to the Arches, let two get off, go in and get food, get back on then took everyone home, 20 minutes late.
His explanation? “They asked”.
Yes, I will have to be tested the rest of my life. But there really is no cure. Hep A and B have vaccines now, but not for C.
The deal is, if we can put the little boogers to sleep, they will stop damaging my liver, and my liver will heal itself. It’s the only (or one of the few) organ that can regenerate itself.
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Everybody get tested now! I contracted this virus over 20 years ago. It can kill you!
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that’s awesome! Enjoy it!
that’s way Cousin has no trouble with alcohol these days - when she contracted it, she was not allowed to drink for, like, two years at least. She was not happy about that.
And I will get myself tested on my nest doc visit
That’s Tallahatchee, sweetie! Tallahassee be the capital o’Flawduh.
I’d just like to mention that I had 2 cockers, and they never did this. Good breeding.
Oh, hey - happy Friday, y’all!
Potato, Patahtah - I’m from Gnu Yawk 
And the former sellers must think they’re Mr. and Mrs. Haney. Get this: the agent thinks they want to contest our decision to walk out and try to keep our earnest money, on the grounds that the house is up for sale “as is”.
Sorry, it doesn’t work that way. There is no law that obligates me to enter a contract for real property with 47 pages of documented defects, complete with pictures and circles and arrows and writing on the back of each one.
We specifically wrote in our offer that it was contingent upon an acceptable inspection, and this was thoroughly unacceptable.
When we were selling the White Elephant Manor in Indianapolis, I got walked out on 3 times, and I was royally pissed each time. I empathize with them somewhat, but I sure as hell don’t feel bad by doing this.
I’m not mad yet, but I am amused greatly in the cynical sense.
Never let actual facts get in the way of a joke, that’s what I always say. Sometimes I mean to say “Please pass the salt,” and it comes out as “Never let actual facts get in the way of a joke.” It is a trial.
Feel free to call me young and ignorant, but who’s Billy Joe, and why should we mark the day he jumped off a bridge?
Ah, you young and ignorant child! Tis a song from the '60s
In light of that, don’t you think you should change what your location says???
Next thing you’re going to say you don’t remember the day your momma socked it to the Harper Valley PTA??
Aw, now, that one I remember! In college, I used to sometimes work the night shift at the security desk in the main building. There was a radio and at something like 11 pm on a Thursday night, the country music station featured an old-time music-and-preacher hour. There was too much preacher and not enough old-time country music for my taste, but I listened anyway. That was the first time I heard Harper Valley PTA and A Boy Named Sue. I don’t think they played Ode to Billie Joe, though.
Good point. I’ll get on that asap, but first I have to post this cute picture of my Lily enjoying the birds in our new home. Doesn’t she look happy? (And from that angle you can’t see that she still has a gray soot spot under her chin!)
I am cringing at every “old time”! Sheesh! The 60’s weren’t that long ago, you darned whippersnapper!
btw - anyone else remember the mdae for TV movie of HVPTA with Barbara Eden? I have a very vivd picture of her in the micro-mini that og-forbid she ever bent over…
it was **almost ** enough to make me want to switch teams
That’s a purrfect kitty perch. She must be happy to have such a view. Oh, and you probably like it, too.
Sorry, rosie! I didn’t mean to imply that the 60s were “way back when.” The radio program specifically billed itself as playing “traditional” country music and the preacher was very old-timey Southern.
Howdy Y’all! It’s me!!! Posting from Tampa!!! I’m in the Hampton Inn at Ybor City and they have puters in the lobby! I’ve kinda sorta skimmed the posts but don’t really know what’s going on yet, so, Yay! or Boo! or Congrats! or Too Bad! Did I miss anything?
I saw some hookers Wednesday night. Well, it was some wimmens, dressed real skanky, standing on street corners in a real oogy part of Sarasota. I say if’n they dress like ho’s and stand on street corners, they be ho’s. Right?
Tomorrow night I’m supposed to be meetin’ up with Shibb and maybe some other dopers. Supposed to be Shibb for sure, so that’ll be good.
Ok, I’m gonna get off’n this puter cause it ain’t mine and I guess I shouldn’t hog it all up.
BYE!!!
They are like foot massages, aren’t they, MBG?
Just got back from laundry and grocery shopping, plus reading a book called Not Buying It, about a woman and her partner who spent a year buying only the essentials, and thinking about consumerism. It’s making me feel guilty about just buying a bunch of groceries (do I really need Greek yogurt and mirin and three types of soy sauce and all the other junk I’ve got?)
Dolores, I’m glad the treatment’s working. Hello, swampy, and scout, and I should put the steak to marinate. Bye.
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Aha! I’ve been meaning to post this picture for weeks, but I’m usually on the Dope at work and I keep forgetting when I’m at home. SurrenderDorothy, every time I see your name, it reminds me of this picture I took years ago of a sidewalk in Portland.
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Please tell me what street that’s on, and the nearest cross-street. I must go there.