Yummy tuna steaks for supper. The sun did come out for a little while late this afternoon, but I’m still freezing.
Tonight we can finally start season 3 of House of Cards - YAY!!!
I am bein’ beckoned into the bedroom for teevee and snuggle time. I fear OYKW has evil intentions toward me. YAY! 
Nitey Nite Y’all!
I think it’s time for a Klondike bar and some reclining. MWAH!!
Then one ain’t nekkid, is one?
:dubious:
He is obviously adopted.
I’m rostered laity and I have a Masters in psychology ------- anyone looking to stretch out on a couch and bare their -------- soul? 
It beats singing
“Ding dong, the bassists dead”??? 
That may be my theme for the 2016 Dead Pool (provided I don’t give someone points in a non-SDMB Dead Pool before then) ---------- all the English songwriters who have “stolen original Amish tunes” from Der Boyz.
Before this there was speculation that if Swampy and I accidently both listed Elvis at the same time he would be found alive in a Burger King the next day.
I’ve told the long version of this somewhere in the Dope but when my BIL died, we handled the estate and all for my in-laws. “He” got a registered letter at our address and the USPS just absolutely refused to let either of us sign for it – “It has to be the person named on the letter”.
So I went to the post office with his death certificate, short certificate and other documentation from the courts and STILL they didn’t want to let me sign for it. After a rousing game of 20 questions the pseudo-postmaster of that branch asked “Is he buried in Pittsburgh or Harrisburg?” (his place of death)
I couldn’t help myself; I came real close to being loud as I said “Why? You want to make three attempts at his grave first, you idiot?”
We laugh about it now - 20 years after the fact - but we had enough stuff like that and even dumber that I will insist my stroke in 95 was from dealing with the fall-out from his death in 94. Lord Almighty, the frustration of beaurocrats.
Pictures or it didn’t happ------------ never mind. He could just have some somewhere.
There is money in that.
You guys need a manager.
OMG!!!
Today when my muffler separated itself from my van I finally decided that it might be time to look for something else. While a muffler might seem minor, the last exhaust system repair that cost between $200-300 was deemed ‘a temporary fix’ because I need extensive work. So anyways, I’m looking at cars that I can realistically afford and OMG THE Mitsubishi Mirage comes in PURPLE! I am seriously so excited that it isn’t even funny. My first vehicle was purple as well. :D:D:D
The cats were to be named Perseus and Andromeda upon Rosie’s recommendation, their being rescued from a dumpster during the Perseid Meteor Shower.
The names were corrupted by Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) and Stepdaughter (v.3.0) to Percy and Ginny. A Harry Potter reference, if I am not mistaken.
As I put Andromeda into durance vile tonight, I explained, “Your name Andy matches Percy, because of some Greek fellows.”
She seemed more interested in cat food.
Worked, came home. Beerverages and chicken for dinner.
sticky, it’s a sign!
Flytrap, doesn’t matter what you name a cat, they won’t come.
I did? 
Wow. I’m really clever! 
By the time I got out of class, I was so brain-fried I had trouble remembering how to get to the correct bus at the light rail station (I did manage to do so).
Good news is that on reviewing a final (half-semester class) with the professor, I did get back enough points to pull my grade on the test up to a B, which gives me an A for the course. A slightly skin-of-the-teeth A (90.8% final grade), but I’ll take it, since that preserves my 4.0 GPA.
Conga-rats!
You may have said this before but what are you studying to become?
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, purtified, and caffeinated, so no YAWN. ‘Tis 60 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 78 for the day and sunny. We’re goin’ out for brekkie this mornin’ at Waffle House cause OYKW wants a waffle, accordin’ to him, reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaallllllll baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! So a waffle he shall have. Plus, he’s buyin’ so I’m eatin’.
StickyBuns what doggio said. It’s a sign. You must obtain a purple Mitsubishi Mirage.
Ok, that’s all I got. I hear rumblin’s from the bedroom indicatin’ OYKW is near ready to go. Oh, I may or may not go to the west forty today. How excitatin’ is that!
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
Up, caffeinated, off to work.
Silly bear, it only looks to be a purple Itsybitsy, but in reality, it’s a mirage. :smack:
(Says so right there in the name!)
Blurf.
Watch out DC’ers; freezing rain on the way!
Yay spring!