I don’t feel good today. My stoopit gall stones are calling to me. So I took two pain pills (it’s ok, 1-2 is on the directions,) and now I feel all loopy and sleepy. The pain has diminished somewhat, though, but it still hurts to get up and down out of this chair. And I’m at work, which really makes it worse. Maybe I’ll leave early.
{{{{hugs}}}} to all those not themselves (for whatever reason) today
That’ll teach me to not read all of page 2 prior to posting.
<gets pitchfork> After him! *
*no real dog in this fight, but I’m ticked off and want to kick something…
I think that goose just whooshed right over my head. I’ve been getting that a lot lately. That whooshing sound is getting kinda LOUD!
Is this like a koan? What is the sound of one hand clapping. . . in the dark. . . in the woods. . . on another planet. . .and the hand was disembodied?
It’s possible to look petty in the MMP? Who knew?
This Saturday, I stopped a cashier for shortchanging me 3 cents. . . yup, 3 pennies. . .that I didn’t want. You think your thing is petty? Top that!! 
How about those of us that are still ourselves but just not feeling so good?
A hint, Grasshopper: go back to the remarks about groping…
Ah so, Master! It’s becoming clearer.
But we’re protecting against that? Because frankly, that was the only reason I was gonna go! 
::sneaking another grope and a goose:: Hehe.
Bite your heathen tongue! Cool Whip is a substitute – and a poor one, at that. It’s emulsified oil. Oil! But beyond that it does not taste like real whipped cream. It doesn’t even have the same texture. It lacks the creaminess, the richness of the real deal. Cool Whip is the “chocolate-flavoured confection” to whipped cream’s “Belgian milk chocolate.” The only thing worse than Cool Whip is Tim Horton’s “whipped topping,” which is the bastard child of Cool Whip and Polyfilla.
Whipping/heavy cream (35%), sugar, and a touch of vanilla is the only whipped topping. Ever. Impostors will be shot on sight.
Heff&Roo - Um … okay. OK? I’m glad we straightened that out.
Tigs - How delightfully arbitrary and bureaucratic. I can’t begin to imagine the rationale behind it, and yet somehow it doesn’t surprise me in the least. I hereby suggest that every Tuesday and Thursday (except during the third week of each month (except November (except on leap years))), we must refrain from using the passive voice unless describing baked goods or Mitt Romney. Exceptions may be made for the first week of any given month in even years (except on leap years) to substitute Mitt Romney for Danny Bonnaduce. Okay? OK.
VBob - You … killed … a perfectly innocent watermelon? HOW COULD YOU? That was just totally uncalled for. Watermelons are out friends! They’re so juicy and sweet. Except for those mushy, grainy ones that taste kind of off. Those need to be taken care of. You can also feel free to unload a few into a bunch of Meridol papayas. Those are vile. If you’re going to blow the bajeebers out of some innocent pumpkins though, try and draw a bullet-hole happy face or something. At least be festive! Oh, and gut it and make punkin’ pie and some roasted seeds before you do so.
them, too
On Cool Whip
Even tho it is not, in any sense of the word, whipped cream, it is tasty and as a once in a while topping on pie or ice cream, it isn’t bad. You want a sugar rush? dump a container of rainbow sprinkles into a tub of Cool Whip and mix till combined. Eat with spoon. You’ll be buzzin’ for day. Wash down with your favorite sparkling adult beverage and kick back.
I’m wearing Birkenstocks - pbththththth!!!
Evening all…
rigs I am still at home in the North East of England…Dad is doing great
Tomorrow I am going to see another good friends baby. He is 6 months old and a giggling ball of fun. Yay for babies… 
Should I tell Mr-ems-to-be how broody all this kidlet interaction is making me… 
Oh I am over Teh Sick…well apart from one stuffed up ear. Sorry your still feeling unwell BooFae but milk it for all it is worth. It is not like you do this everyday…
As to all the rest of the sickies - Get well already!
Children, children, children! Man, I go to the doctor and run a couple other errands, and when I get home, what’s going on? A group grope and goose! (How alliterative of me. )
Turns out the reason the doc wouldn’t give me more meds last week? Is my own bad. I shoulda called from Oregon to let them know I was taking extra; that way they could document or, in the plain English Dotty prefers, cover their asses with the drug regulators and the insurance company. Without that CYA? I was SOL. So now I know. It still didn’t make the past week any better. Although it’s good to know that the level of pain I have really does justify the meds I take; occasionally I’ve wondered if I’ve just been taking them out of habit. Now I know that ain’t so.
Now that I’ve run my errands, thrown the Kong for Isaac, Furminated™ both Idiots, and kicked most of the dirt from the young hole by the shed door back into the hole, I guess it’s time to do something constructive. Or at least profitable. At least it’s not arbitrary and bureaucratic congressional [del]drivel[/del] work. (Although you want to know just how arbitrary and bureaucratic they can be? The House of Representatives transcript guidelines alone, which are entirely different from the Senate ones, are not only lengthy but include separate and detailed instructions for each committee and subcommittee. Could they do one thing for everybody? Ha! It is to laugh!)
I tried on my Halloween costume today - I found a white tank top/bodice that fits perhaps a bit too tightly than it should, but it looks nice with the white skirt I found. It looks almost like a legitimate wedding dress. Now all I need is a groom.
Good lord, the MMP is noisy today. It’s only Tuesday, people. Too early for gropes.
I laugh every time I see/read the acronym CYA - didn’t it (also) used to (still) mean Christian Youth Association?
*never * too early for gropes
It’s never too eary for gropes Haze!
Is it time to go home yet? It’s been a long, busy, day. Things are finally starting to quiet down.
Yeesh. You guys.
Heh. Attacks Husband is apparently too sick to go to work today. But not too sick to come over and spend the whole day eating cake and playing Portal. Actually, right now he’s washing the cake-baking dishes. Pretty cool. He didn’t feel up to going in to work and having his terminally cranky boss be really, really cranky.
The cat has just stolen my spot on the couch.
Dotty, I’ll just have to put some cat pee in your shoes.
grabs Haze’s ass
Wait…what? What are you doing? Bad hand! Bad! No biscuit!
I apologize for the actions of my hand…that was really uncalled for.
:eek:
You are just begging for the whip,** LOUNE**, aren’t you?
Well, you’re not going to get it. It’d only be giving you what you wanted.
… And here I thought Iwas being over-flirtatious with haze… I see I am still but a grasshopper. With much to learn… :eek: