Nope, they really do work like that. No joke.
I’ve already had to explain these and other technological wonders to P-ACUG…
(BTW, look here :D)
I want me one of those LED belt buckles! I can put a message on it that says:
Quit starin’ at my crotch you perv!
I have just spent the last three hours in the most dull meeting I have ever encountered. You know the ones where you have to keep moving or you are gonna fall asleep or where you head lolls back and you wake yourself up with a little snore…someone did that. Not me I promise. And our air conditioner has crapped out and was blowing hot air when it is in fact 96 degrees outside. Stoopid thing so everyone is grumpy today. 
Those memory stick thingys are great. We use to moive job data around and give to clients on location.
Shower inventory - I could really do with a cold shower - lessee…Aussie Moist Shampoo & Conditioner, Aussie 3 minute miracle conditioner, Lime & Tea tree shower gel, citrus & ginseng shower gel, St Ives Apricot facial scrub, Dove daily foaming cleanser, Body Shop Warming Mask, Body Shop oatmeal foot scrub and that is just off the top of my head I am sure there are more. Now in my designated toiletries cupboard is have the stock of my local Wal-Mart toiletries department. I really really need to tidy that out this weekend.
Oh on preview ( I have been attempting to post for several hours but everyone always wants somthing dammit!) I have one of those vibrating razors Draelin. I like mine. Mine is pink. 
Really and truly, swampy, those memory stick thingies work as advertised. I’ve used mine to carry stuff to and from work, to my home computer from my work laptop (needed to unzip a document, but only had WinZip on the PC), etc. It’s pretty much as fast as saving something to your hard drive. And they come in pink (saw one at Tar-jay the other day)! They’re also getting cheaper and cheaper…
Shower inventory:
Bumba’s grapefruit/oatmeal soap
::Pause cuz GT can’t remember and needs to go look::
Textureline smoothing shampoo from the discount beauty supply store (mmm…green apple)
::Pause cuz GT can only remember one item at a time and needs to go look again::
Lavender scrubbing gel
Blackhead eliminating scrubbing gel stuff
Aveeno face cleanser
::OK, so that was three things…One more look…Good thing my house is small::
Textureline clarifying shampoo (mmmm…grapefruit)
Textureline conditioner (green apple - don’t really ever use it)
Nizoral shampoo for occasional use
Razor
Shaving creme (for sensitive skin, of course)
Lavender shower gel
A sponge for cleaning the shower
Brush for back scrubbing
This all just for me. It’s a wonder I fit in the shower. Do I get extra points for all the travel between the computer and the bath?
Happy Anniversary, Puggy!
So, Rue, did the plumber find your house? And was he able to fix the leak? (I like Taters’ suggestion; it would be handy to have a plumber that close to your plumbing all the time…)
Yay! taxi’s back! Sounds like you had a nice long weekend.
Dare ya to get the buckle, swampy!
FCM - Bet they don’t pay you for showering! (Just sayin’…)
Taters - You get right back there and get something done! This is your vacation! You should be accomplishing stuff! (Says the person who spent most of last evening reading the middle of Sampiro’s mammoth story thread, which if you haven’t already read it, you should because it’s a great set of stories, but treat it like a book. I’ve finally made it to the last page and that’s without clicking on links to previous stories [a couple of which I read when he originally posted them].)
Lissla - How is it that Mr. Lisslar doesn’t fit in a tub?
Draelin - Glad they’re interviewing receptionists; maybe they still remember the last time you gave your sermon?
Ashes - Sorry about Indy; I had a Betta for a while (about a year, I think). Fluffy slowed down too and then looked kind of raggedy and then…stopped. I couldn’t understand how I could be attached to a fish either, but I was…
Well, that’s enough for now…I’m procrastinating again.
GT
A vibrating razor? Likely story. I get Playboy for the article’s. 
Whew - I dodged that bullet…
My sister and nephew were going to stay the night tomorrow after a day of fossiling, but the weather is supposed to be ick, so they changed their minds. So no company. Yay.
Nah, it wasn’t that big a deal - feed 'em and show 'em to the guest rooms. No big. They may come down over the weekend.
Sheesh, could my life be more dull??
Is no one concerned about the toilet nearly eating taxi78cab?
:: shakes fist ::
Damn you, MMP!
Glad to hear about you folks who don’t want to mess with pipeage and wirination, because that spells job security for me. That and I’d rather fix stuff than stock shelves at the supermarket.
Shower inventory: 2 different flavors of Suave 'poo & ‘ditioner, almost gone VO5 bottles of both, fingernail brush, some special goo for damaged hair that I haven’t used cause there’s nothin’ damaged, regular soap, two things of liquid soap, and a scrubby hoosit. Razor lives in the cabinet cuz I trim sideburns and moustache after showering.
Speaking of bathtubs and such, I took a shower after doing the string trim thing on the front yard (way overdue), and the look of the tub before I rinsed it out made me think of how it would look if you put an M-80 in a bag of chopped broccoli.
The stickers on your license plate are “registration plate stickers.” I get them every time the DMV reaches in my pocket and steals $100.
Unfortunately, I was beaten to the snarky comment about jammie candles, dammit. 
3 more days of campus housing repair before a new batch of breakers and abusers arrive. Go me!
Of course not. We knew that our hero, KeithT, would defend her honor and mow down any attacking toilets. Or else taxi’d just take a monkeywrench (monkey wrench?) to it.
GT Well, you did ask…
Dang, Y’all, I’m just now gettin’ to the MMP! My weeked was filled with suckitude. Our van crapped out again, and we couldn’t get it worked on until Monday, so we were stuck at home. There were several kid’s activities planned this weekend, and we missed 'em.
We need to renovate the whole bathroom, not just the potty. (um–terlet) When we win the lottery, maybe we can. I’m gonna spend the next couple of weeks getting my girls ready for school. It starts Aug. 22nd here. Supplies, shoes, and clothes oh my!
I am 5ft 4, and Mr. Lissar is 6ft 3. I fit in most bathtubs, but bathtubs are rarely designed for people over about 5"5. He can kind of scrunch up and soak, but real washing is difficult. Watching him try to wash his hair in a bathub would be comical.
I have new Ikea bookshelves, and Driving Husband and Lazy Husband made me go to an aquarium shop, and look at fish. They put a lot of effort into trying to make me want fish. Lazy Husband has about 8 aquariums. I am not interested in un-cuddly pets.
Tomorrow Quasi-Daughter may come over and hang around all day, and then we’re going to Attacks Things Husband’s house to watch the extended ROTK. Quasi-Daughter hasn’t seen it yet.
I want ice cream and cake with whipped cream and cherries. I think I’ll get some.
I don’t think that it would work. I don’t just mean for me, because I’d probably just sneak quick glances at your crotch occasionally. I mean that it would just draw more attention to it, kinda like those shorts with words printed across the ass.
Oh, and thanks to all the dopers for telling me how AAAMAAAAAZZZZIINGG ( :rolleyes: ) the Lic(qu)orice and Ginger Altoids are. Because they taste like burnt ass.
No, not ass that’s been burnt, because I wouldn’t know what that would taste like. As I’ve had to explain to my mom before, “ass” is just a general “bad” descriptor. Things can taste or smell or look like ass. And this is all after I get the "How would you know what ass tastes like, cd? :dubious: " question from my mom. I’m pretty open about everything with her, but unless she just asks me one day about my sexual activities, I think that I’ll just not surprise her with my intimate details like that.
I *was * concerned because I remember that one movie where the mean toilet tries to eat the little kid. Then I remembered it was just the kid’s imagination and there is no such thing as toilet that will eat you. Unless you are very very small and even then it doesn’t so much eat you as grab you and send you on a long, strange trip.
Boy howdy is it raining! More than an hour now, sometimes you could even say it was a downpour. The Radio Flyer is filled with more than an inch of water. My airconditioner is dripping like it always does. Maybe the new managers will actually care when I tell them this time.
Okay now it’s starting with the thunder and lightening. It’s that mad scientist, Frankenstein’s monster’s new birthday type of weather out there. I expect villagers with torches to troup by any minute now.
You got that right. They’re ipecacs. On a steek.
I like the ginger ones, but they don’t taste really gingery to me. I hate liquorice.
You want some real Altoid fun? Try the sour apple. WHOA! I like em though. Donkey I would expect that you do like staring at my crotch and butt. After all, you’re my stalker. I wouldn’t expect anything less.
I must go investigate memory sticks. Did I mention that my work puter actually has two usb ports on its front. How convenient!
Before I forget, next week I get to go spend time in Illinois bothering people and poking my nose all up in their bidness. I actually do get paid for that. I am now in possession of a laptop (lap top?) or is it notebook (note book?), so I may or may not be checking in, depending on how busy stuff gets. See, I’m going to two different places and they are about three hours apart. Plus, it’s a lot of work in a week’s time so I might not have much of a chance. When I say work, I mean at least 12 - 14 hour days and then having to sit in a hotel room and write stuff. This time I get to stay at a Best Western and a Super 8. Envy my lavish lifestyle (life style?)!
The plumber showed up last night. (Yesterday evening, really.) The first thing I noticed about him was that he was late. (By about 20 minutes, which in Plumber’s Time is extra early.) The next thing I noticed was he was a very large man. The next thing I noticed was he had this teeny tiny head. It was like a pea sitting on a watermellon, only flesh colored.
Then he commenced to fix my leak. After I cut more drywall out so he could do whatever it was that he did. I didn’t watch. What? Was I supposed to learn something about the process? (He cut the bad part out and rebuilt the cut-out section and it’s all better now.)
Then I commenced to fill the gaping hole in the bathroom wall. After I went to the hardware store. (Good thing I brought my Swiss Army Knife. (Don’t leave home without it!) You can chop apart sheets of drywall with a Swiss Army Knife. (They come in two sheet sets, but I only needed one sheet. Part of one sheet. But you have to buy the whole thing.) And I could cut down the drywall to fit in the back of my car (a hatchback). I think I should re-sharpen my Swiss Army Knife soon.)
When I checked on the wall plug this morning I couldn’t believe my eyes! Someone snuck in last night and slapped extra mud around the patch job. There’s no way I mudded it up all sloppy like that last night. But the Mouse will take care of it today! (I like that little power sander. It’s a nice little tool.)
Then a topcoat of mud.
Then primer.
Then paint.
Then the toilet goes back in.
Then the medicine cabinet and towel bars.
By Monday I should be able to take a shower in that bathroom again. Yay!
It’s because I was telling you about my extra strong tongue, wasn’t it? Go ahead, you can admit it. No one’s going to judge you around here.