I think the music has stopped. Ugh, this is the bad thing about warmer weather. Stupid neighbors blast bad music with the doors open.
Spaz, your perfume comment reminds me of the girl I sat next to today, on the El. She must’ve been wearing a gallon of cheap perfume. I considered dry-heaving onto her lap, but restrained myself.
{{{Pie}}} Sorry you feel icky, get better, ‘kay? I’d worry about a headache that lasts a week, just sayin’…
Rigs, I feel ya pain–the SO fed me gyoza and rice for dinner, which was yummy and easy on my ouchie face. Oh, re our crappy ass healthcare system, I found this rather alarming graph showing how abysmally we stand on several key healthcare issues in spite of spending over 15% of our GDP on health care. Fer cryin’ out loud, Taiwan spends only 6% and a bit but they have everybody covered–TAIWAN! Sheesh…
I’ve been trying to get my lawn mower back from my boy so I can mow BEFORE the giant mutant papyrus grass from hell gets going–if I zap it early I can stay on top of it but if it gets more than a few inches tall it turns into what appears to be fiberglass fishing poles that sneer at my mower.
Flutter, that sucks! I assume you have a warranty on it, sure hope it wasn’t anything in your electric service that caused it to smell smoky because that’s really scary.
Haze, spray the noisy bastiches with a hose–loud AND bad music is just insupportable. Either one is bad enough but both deserves a soaking. Then throw a toaster in with 'em too.
NoTags, welcome back! You have to post pix of the Peanut as soon as you get them–ultrasound is cool…
Hey there everyone! Hugs and get wells to all who need them.
I’ve been busy here, so I haven’t really had a chance to pop in.
Work has been rather busy and today I had to come home and go directly to the Y. I didn’t get to stay as long as usual because my daughter came along and she didn’t want to stay that long. She has homework to do, so I can’t really fault her for wanting to go.
My husband and our friend are still there, so I’m waiting for them to get home.
Drive-by. This is national social butterfly week. I have social engagements every night this week except Friday. And then I have a couple on Saturday. And then I’m going to the Cincinnati Flower show on Monday. I’ve declared it a vacation, even though I’m working Monday through Friday.
Hugs for Pie and Smarty and Flutterby and rosie (and everyone else who’s not feeling well… The hospital wing of the MMP is over there ------>.
::Waves again at Roo::
I was wondering where you were hiding, NoLa.
Hope you can stop by soon and give us an update, MBG.
Gotta get to beddie bye…big day tomorrow. ::sigh::
taxi: It’s papergirl without the vowels - I drive around in the middle of the night and throw newspapers at people’s houses for a living. Well, until Sunday. Then I’m freeeeeee! (And most likely broke.)
ems: Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials!
So am I allowed to brag in here? Is it okay if I brag just an eensy little bit? You know that awards ceremony that I was told I absolutely had to attend this afternoon? I got the Outstanding Graduate in English award and the Outstanding English Portfolio award. Two big-ass plaques and $200.
Okay, I’m done bragging now. Thanks for letting me get that out of my system.
That’s awesome, pprgirl! Out of curiosity, what degree are you currently working on?
Scottish Darling won a prize at the end of the year for her thesis - we were all very happy for her, but also hugely amused because it had been about bestiality.
Our parents: So what was her thesis about?
Us: :: deadpan :: Goat-fucking in literature.
I’m getting my BA in May. Scottish Darling sounds awesome. One of the papers in my portfolio was about mother-daughter incest in the poetry of Anne Sexton. A friend and I were working together, throwing our portfolios together at the last minute before the deadline, and she had to talk me out of using two papers about incest. So I only used the best one. Haven’t written anything on bestiality yet, but I guess that leaves me something to look forward to for grad school.
I didn’t get half of the stuff done I intended to do. I was able to get to the salon, where the nice ladies left me looking somewhat presentable, non-calloused and semi-hairless. Also I was able to get sis’ wedding gift from her registry. However, no luck on the dress - everything at Macy’s that’s size 14 and up is either a loud print, has too many ruffles, or would be better suited for a funeral. The message from the good folks at Macy’s toward us plus-size women who dare to seek out formalwear seems to be, “Say, Chubby, would you mind blending in with the scenery, maybe sit next to that potted plant near the hors d’oeuvres so us normal folks can actually enjoy the party, kthxbai.” :mad: I’m going to try Torrid tomorrow. I saw something in the window that actually might look decent on me. I might even take all of Thursday off to go dress and shoe hunting first thing.
You people post too fast, I can’t keep up! Especially because I’ve been running all over cyberspace and meatspace, searching for weapons with which to beat a recalcitrant used printer into submission.
stormtrooper, don’t feel like you have to keep up! Sometimes all you need to do is pop in, say hi and distribute one-size-fits-all hugs, yays and boos. We just like to know you’re around and okay!
Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ here. Work purtification soon and then we’re goin’ out to brekkies. We decided we needed Waffle House this mornin’. When ya gotta ya just gotta.
Hugs, boos, yays, congrats, slaps upside the haid as needed.