I got a letter full of instructions but nothing mentions stitches. Iunno, maybe I don’t have any.
Ohio? Look, I know it’s high in the middle and round on both ends, but it’s a hella long drive from Jersey. Plus Ima gradjiatin’ on the 20th. 
Just sixty six days left. Woohoo! Now if only I could get one of the grad schools to let me in …
What about this?
There one was a poster named Froggy
Whose memory was a bit foggy
He stole the MMP
Set sail for sea
And humps people’s legs like a doggy
Ah…St. Paddy’s day can’t come fast enough
No, you’ve got that wrong: it’s round on the end and high in the middle. See? We’ll make sure to celebrate your graduation. Perhaps you’d like to suggest a menu item?
GT
Hmm … menu item … nah, just send money instead.
Why are the ads for gelato?
I just did something noble and stupid. I volunteered to work Attacks Husband’s shift on Sunday. He’s starting a full-time metalworking job on Monday, so he’d be working Thursday night, Saturday and Sunday morning, a full work week plus Monday and Thursday evening shifts, and then Saturday morning. That is stupid and too much.
I am working Sunday evening.
I am now also working Sunday morning. I will work Saturday until ten, Sunday 10:30 a.m. till 10:00 p.m., and then noon till eight on Monday. I expect to be certifiable by the end. I Sunday is a shorter day than Saturday, but it’ll still be… really interesting. I have Thursday and Friday off, which is good, because I might otherwise become violent. I have worked 13 hour days before, but not for some time. Pray for me.
I can honestly say I’ve never seen a limerick address leg humping. I’m impressed. Of course, I’m easily impressed, so don’t go getting all egotistical about it.
I feel the need to let everyone know that Johnny Depp does nuttin’ for me. So, ladies feel free to fight over him all you want. I was well and truly welcomed home last night. The pizza was good too. I didn’t do the PI(e) cause as an extra treat, ACBG bought some triple chocolate fudge ice cream. YUMMMMM!!! I gotta tell ya though, two scoops of that stuff will send ya on a high that’d make liquid valium jealous. That’s some serious chocolate and sugar goin’ on. Then again, it greatly aided in round two of being welcomed home. That enough TMI?
Tonight is orange chicken night. See, I have this mandarin orange vinegarette bottled dressing stuff that I have discovered is good on chicken boobies. So, Ima go by my house about noon today and put the boobies, the dressing and some 'shrooms in the crockpot and voila, orange chicken. Ima also use my veggie steamer to steam up some new taters (N.O.T.), carrots and asparagus (pronounced as -puh-raaay-gus). It’ll be nummy. Think I’ll do the PI(e) tonight. Or not. There’s triple chocolate fudge ice cream in the freezer.
but just think how great that triple chocolate fudge ice cream would go over cherry pi(e)! (man, I really hate being on a diet right now)
But Rosie, see triple fudge chocolate ice cream needs nothing else. Ok, some hot fudge makes it nice. So would some nuts. A little whipped cream. A maraschino (whatever!) cherry. Spread all over ACBG’s hairy… umm… what was I talkin’ about?
Actually, it was the one in Paramus, but I’m betting they’re pretty much the same. 
And Roomie’s okay, GT. The doctors are thinking she might be diabetic, which means I have to take her for a 3-hour glucose tolerance test on Saturday. Which will be fun–she’s not allowed to eat for 12 hours before it, and she gets … um … well, I suppose bitchy would be the politest way to put it if she doesn’t eat every few hours. She says things she normally never would, and I just have to be prepared and ride it out.
I might even goad her a little because I think it’s funny.
froggy, leg humping, huh? Whatever floats your butter. 
swampy, Johnny Depp is not at all fuzzy, which makes him extremely lickable. (Prevents hairballs don’tcha know.) That’s all I’m sayin about that.
riggs, you make homemade Yorkshire pudding??? And didn’t post the recipe??? :eek:
drae, perhaps you shouldn’t provoke possibly diabetic roomy anywhere in the vicinity of sharp objects. I’m just sayin…
So last night the Anachis had pork sirloin chops on the barbee and summer squash tossed with olive oil and spices and then roasted. Mr. Anachi is getting a tad cranky about eating a healthy diet. It may be time to go on strike.
We will have the house to ourselves this weekend. The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] and her boyfriend are going to St. Augustine for the weekend. Course we will still have the mutts underfoot. It will be an interesting rehearsal for when she moves out in May. Not sure how I’m feeling about that yet.
That is all for now.
Tupug
So, I got yelled at for missing work … and then they gave me a brownie. This company is so messed up. 
They really don’t want to fire me. In the midst of being upset about me and my sick days and my personal days and everything else, they kept saying how great I am when I’m here. Of course I’m great. I’m miles overqualified.
My supervisor makes brownies that are like chocolate crack.
I’m still planning to leave at the end of next month, though.
I’ll see your chocolate crack and raise you chocolate heroin - the pregnant gal could open her own bakery
Mmm, chocolate heroin.
I’ll see your chocolate heroin and raise you chocolate … uh … meth? Well, chocolate itself is ecstasy, so let’s go with that.
I got nothin’. Except of course today’s Baked Good of the Day …
Today’s mood is hungry. Theoretically I’m allowed to eat all but really crunchy stuff now, but I remain cautious. I’m not really sure what would be ideal to eat. Ah well, I’ll have to see what’s here in the house and improvise.
Drae, I home your roomie’s okay.
I stayed home from work today, 'cause my tummy is blech. I’m going to go to the movie store in a bit, and then veg out on the couch. I’m thinking I’ll get two of the Academy award nominee films, Transamerica and Crash.
I opened this up, then Dr. Firestone was paged for our zone, which, of course, meant fire drill. :rolleyes: Then, the safety guys quizzed us on what an ABC code meant on a fire extinguisher, what we’re supposed to do when we reach our congregation (or whatever you call it) area, what do with with a fire extinguisher, and various other stuff. I really, really wanted to say that ABC stood for Already Been Chewed, but I couldn’t be such a smart-ass because we’re “graded”.
That ice cream Swampy was talking about sounds to die for. Mmmmmm…mmmmmm…mmmmm. But no nuts, please. Nuts just ruin the inherent smoothness, silkiness, well everything about chocolate. Chocolate is to slowly savored over the tongue and a stupid ol’ nut just ruins the experience. Yes, chocolate is SO and experience.
Drae, your bosses sound bi-polar. Geeze, yelled at and rewarded at the same time. What kind of message does that send? Yes, you must leave that nutso place quickly.
Damn! I need to do some work now.
So far today, I have scheduled 20 people for [del]torturing[/del] testing over the next three weeks. :eek: That’s a lot of [del]torturing[/del] testing and report writing. Especially since I’ll be doing it all because I will not allow certain types of [del]torturing[/del] testing to be proctored lest the validity of the process be called into question. Have I ever mentioned how anal retentive I get about this stuff? I mean I’m the one who has to guarantee the validity and reliability of it all, thus, it’s my name that goes out on all this, so I have to do it or how else will I know everything is ok! Plus, I like doing it.
If FCM and Taters meet, that would mean that two MMP cool kids that I have met would be meeting each other. That’s either cosmic or scary, I can’t quite decide which.
TMI AHEAD!
Taters I was just thinking, if I licked the ice cream off of ACBG, there would be nuts in it.
I WARNED YOU THERE WAS TMI!
Swampy, I’ve met both of them, too. I think it IS cosmic.
This reminds me – my daughter’s name is Claire. When she was little, I used to call her my Chocolatie Claire, like, Chocolate Eclair. Ah, the wit of a mother.