:: singsong :: LOUNE’s in trou–ble-.
Howdy, long day again. I’m eating, and Nelly is snoring away under the cat tree. Here is where she stays when I’m at work.
Congrats Jahdra!!!
:turns out light:
:gropes assorted Mumpers:
Does she like small, enclosed space, butler? I wish I had a laundry basket I could spend the day in (or something like that).
GT–here’s hoping you have two good days in a row (I’m hoping for a lot more for you).
To all who need it: {{hug}}
To those germaphobes/OCDers/socially autistics: {waves}
Did I just get groped?
I went to training camp this morning - got a grin from one of my favorite players as I was walking in. Exhibition game is this Saturday! does hockey happy dance
Congrats, Jahdra! adds bounces to happy dance
Sometimes it does pay to be nice. I had promised the nurse at the clinic where I did the RLS study that if we got giveaway tickets with our season tickets this season, I would give them to her. She was really great about hooking me up with samples of Mirapex, which is pretty expensive. So I took her the tickets today, and she gave me 6 weeks worth of Mirapex! more happy dancing
I love the Extra Creamy Cool Whip - it tastes much more like real whipped cream than the regular stuff. However, I will not turn down the regular stuff.
I like pumpkin pie ok, but I prefer sweet N.O.T pie. I used to like pecan pie, but it just seems too sweet to me in the last few years.
The library has opened a small cafe, and the lady who runs it makes the most wonderful black forest and Italian Creme cakes. It is a shame the library is so close to my house…
Eat your heart out, Swampy, I’m having lunch at Rose Hill Seafood on Friday. Stuffed shrimps - here I come!
If she isn’t welded to me, she’s in a small space. Do you really want to hang out in a laundry basket of my dirty socks?
SCL, maybe. 
Congratulations, Jahdra!
db, she’s so cute. Wow.
I’ve had a nice, relaxing day. I’ve got curried cauliflower and potato soup cooking, Mr. Lissar should be home soon for dinner, everything is relatively tidy, and I had Attacks Husband’s great company all day. I don’t believe he was too sick to work, but I do believe he was too sick and grumpy to put up with his (very annoying) boss. And since he was feeling all muddleheaded from teh sick, he didn’t want to ruin what he was working on (a very expensive piece of metalwork).
Anyway, it’s been a beautiful, relaxing day. And it’s Fall! And cold! I’m so happy.
Damn-you found out my fetish! 
No, just a clean, human sized laundry basket, in a nice clean closet. I could curl up and snooze, safe and quiet. I like the idea. (maybe I need to get out more).
What can I say, I was feeling naughty, and Og knows I come into contact with lots of dogs and their leavings every day…
Mmm. Pumpkin pie. Perhaps I should try making one soon. I’m not sure I’ve done one before, but I know it isn’t terribly difficult. Cool Whip is teh evil, though. I’m not even terribly fond of the real thing on pie. I know, I know, but I like my pie plain. I also separate cake and ice cream; I’ll eat them at the same time, but they have to be on separate plates/bowls/whatevers. I have no idea why I’m so picky about desserts of all things.
Due to an advance I got before leaving town and not working very much the first half of this month, I got an amusing paycheck – she wasn’t going to give me one at all but the bookkeeping lady said she should – for NOTHING! In fact, technically I owe her a couple of dollars. She’ll take that out of my next check, but until the begining of the month I guess I’m going to have to be a very very good girl where money is concerned.
No more advances, unless I’m going to starve. This one I needed, though.
Nelly is a sweetums, no doubt, but I love this pic!
Me? I’m just here watching all you wimmen bounce.
The Kid has a 'intern fair" tomorrow at her school. She’s in the College of Business and they have to talk to a bunch of wompity doo-da business execs tomorrow to line up internships for the summer. She sent me her resume to peruse/comment on.
:: whimper :: My baby’s a big girl now.
Ok, folks. Beer and bed. For tomorrow I must golf.
PS: Nobody groped at me, but THAT’S OK, I’ll deal with rejection my own way…
::rushes over and gives MBG a big squeeze on the tushy::
Congatulations on the job, Jahdra! ha, I like GT’s ultimate pumpkin pie definition, even though I’ve not tried it yet. I had something really tasty today for lunch - no it wasn’t pumpkin! - it was Lean Cuisine’s butternut squash ravioli with snap peas. It’s one of the “Spa Cuisine” meals, with extra veggies. But that butternut squash ravioli is just delicious, let me tell you. 
Why no, I don’t always think about food … really. Tomorrow is hump day, half-way through the week. I’ve got a lead on an ice cream place in DC that supposedly has some of the best pumpkin ice cream evah, so I think I know where I’ll be headed on Saturday afternoon.
Congrats on the job, Jahdra! I hope it works out well for you.
Hmm, I wonder if Turkey Hill has put out their pumpkin ice cream yet? It’s their seasonal flavor that comes out about this time of year. Last year Papa Tigs kept me well supplied. He knows my weaknesses, obviously.
And speaking of pumpkins, I’m off to turn into one myself shortly here. It’s so nice not hurt so much! I hope I sleep well tonight – certainly better than last night, not that that’s particularly difficult.
And none of this sounds even the slightest bit suggestive to you? :dubious:
::makes note to grope Haze on Fridays and Saturdays::
It’s OK Haze, we gotcha covered. 
And those aren’t synonymous? :dubious:
(apologies to all the Christians in the thread. . . just kidding)
LOUNE baby, you are the Master! smooches to you
Jahdra, ::snoopy dance:: for the new job!! But mostly for the bouncy attitude. You go, girl!
gt, I hope you’re all healed soon. I’ve been up and down in the same day, so I know what you mean. Frustrating, isn’t it?
Anybody seen BBBobbio? I hope I didn’t goose him too hard. Was he supposed to fall on the floor like that? I thought he was just joking, but he’s been awful quiet since then. BBBobbio, you OK?
Dotty, my voice is back (kinda). . . la la La la la. Tonight’s songs are dedicated to the action in the MMP today. It’s a Nat King Cole extravaganza. I’m adding a second song to make up for my absence.
Didn’t you just feel the love in the air? OK, maybe that was my congestion, but look at all the groping, ass-pinching and the threatening of whipping and all that. . . it’s almost like being in love.
Almost Like Being In Love
[Nat King Cole]What a day this has been
What a rare mood I’m in
Why, it’s almost like being in love
There’s a smile on my face
For the whole human race
Why, it’s almost like being in love
All the music of life seems to be
Like a bell that is ringing for me
And from the way that I feel
When that bell starts to peal
I would swear I was falling
I could swear I was falling
It’s almost like being in love[/Nat King Cole]
And this song is dedicated to all the people that are trying to get the action here to settle down.
Straighten Up and Fly Right!
[Nat King Cole]The buzzard took the monkey for a ride in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on the square
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back
The monkey grabbed his neck and said “Now listen, Jack”
“Straighten up and fly right”
“Straighten up and fly right”
“Straighten up and fly right”
“Cool down, papa, don’t you blow your top.”
"Ain’t no use in jivin’ "
"What’s the use in dabbin’ "
“Straighten up and fly right”
“Cool down, papa, don’t you blow your top.”
The buzzard told the monkey “You’re chokin’ me”
“Release your hold and I’ll set you free”
The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye and said
“Your story’s fetchin’ but it sounds like a lie”[/Nat King Cole]
Good night everyone! Healing thoughts going out to the sickies! Happy thoughts to the rest.
(Good morning, Lunch!)
My contribution to the musical portion of our program:
- What a drag it is getting old
“Kids are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she’s not really ill
There’s a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day
“Things are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
Cooking fresh food for a husband’s just a drag
So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak
And goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day
Doctor please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old
“Men just aren’t the same today”
I hear ev’ry mother say
They just don’t appreciate that you get tired
They’re so hard to satisfy, You can tranquilize your mind
So go running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And four help you through the night, help to minimize your plight
Doctor please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old
“Life’s just much too hard today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
The pusuit of happiness just seems a bore
And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose
No more running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
They just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day
*
Well, here I am, late to the party. Nobody goosed or groped me either, Mr. Bus Guy, so we can commiserate together.
rigsy, I hope your blues go away soon. I hate to see you feeling so down.
The rest of you lot with the Teh Sick had better get well soon. I cannot catch any germs, dammit. Come this Monday, I’ll be on the only person in my little cell at work. My boss will be TDY and all the other gals are off.
They were giving flu shots at work today. Actually, it was a choice of the nasal spray or the shot. I didn’t take either. I have never, EVER received a flu shot, and I’m not about to start now. I don’t have contact with the patients here, so I don’t see the need to do it.
I don’t really care for Miracle Whip. I prefer old fashioned heavy whipping cream, that I whip up myself. If I have German vanilla sugar around, I add a little of that too.
Pumpkin pie is okay, but it’s not one my all time favorites. I’ve (hah! positive contraction) had some really poorly made pumpkin pies. I’ve had some pretty good pumpkin pies too. I like pumpkin cheesecake, bread, pastas too. I’ve never had pumpkin soup, but would like to try it some time.
That was a great OP, by the way. Glad you’re here Plynk.
Congrats on the job Jahdra! I hope you enjoy it.
I know there’s more to address, but I’m tired. I’ll try to pop in tomorrow.
Smooches to all: MWAH
:: Joins the group grope ::
That’s your arm, SCL?
Oh, it’s not your arm and you’re not SCL? Or Rigs? Or Haze?
Oh, it’s you, Roo?
Fine with me… 
Actually, when it comes to groping, I like the Mixed Pairs Event best. Anybody want to partner with me? 
**Taxi **-- this was hilarious! 
Of course, for me, that’s not comedy – it’s a documentary…
**Jah **-- yay on the job!
**Roo **-- Yay on kicking Teh Sick! (All the other sickies – let’s gang up on Roo for kicking you while you’re down)
Rigs, if I get you a human sized laundry basket, will you share?
SnowBunny, shame on you. Leaving fire hazards at others’ doorstep! 
Me, I got nuttin’. Good morning. Uncaffeinated as of yet (yawn).
And Good Night, Roo! BTW, you really need to practice your groping. Want some private lessons?
Fell asleep early and now I’m very very awake. And thinking that I forgot to tell taxi how exciting it is to see that she and KeithT have found a place to buy! Really…it just popped into my head. Hope it works out! (Buying a house was my best move ever.)
What does Attacks Husband do, LiLi? (Didn’t he used to work with you or do I have my husbands confused?)
Thanks for all the good wishes back there. I’m pretty sure at least some of it is diet-triggered; I’m trying to figure out what’s bugging me. I’ve got an appointment with my doctor on Tuesday - we’ll see what she thinks.
Guess I should try to get back to sleep.
GT
::gropes a few Mumpers on the way out::
A woman walked into the kitchen to find her husband
stalking around with a fly swatter.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“Hunting Flies” He responded.
“Oh. Killing any?” She asked.
“Yep, 3 males, 2 Females,” he replied.
Intrigued, she asked. “How can you tell?”
He responded, “3 were on a beer can, 2 were on the phone.”
(Actually due to a genetics class all the way back in high school, I really can sex fruit flys.)
Want to watch me sex you?
Morning all. Nothing much to add this morning. The Eid holiday is finally over and all the dumb working schmucks have gone back to work (sigh, that will be me again in a couple of weeks - 8 months sure went by fast!).
Nooner, I thought this was more like you, actually. Roo, watch out you don’t dally too long deciding what to do!
I got nuttin’ else. Later folks!