I love Family Game Night, because you get credit for family bonding without having to actually speak to your family (except to say ‘what’s trump?’ or ‘I have a hotel on Boardwalk’ or ‘Ha! You will never dislodge me from Kamchatka!’).
As for the Unnamed Lady Doper… it’s Shibboleth, isn’t it? In a pretty dress.
I love stamps. I don’t collect them or anything. I do remember as a kid buying little canvas bags full of miscellaneous stamps from the Woolworth and really enjoying the foreign ones. My parents owned two ice cream stores when I was a kid, so I spent a lot of time hanging out in the malls bothering the salespeople at Woolworth. But I do go out of my way to buy cool special issue stamps to USE. I even use them on the bills. I always wonder if the people to whom I send mail ever look at them.
OK, quit all the speculating. I’m Rue’s #1 Special Friend from way back, so of course he dreams of me. I don’t understand why there was any doubt at all. It’s all about me. It’s always about me. The sooner you people realize that, the better off you’ll be.
Just write it down on a little post-it note and stick it on your monitor: “Rue’s #1 Special Friend is FairyChatMom and it’s all about her.”
[sub]It was me, wasn’t it, Rue? Wasn’t it? Huh??[/sub]
Geez Scout, can’t I have a little mystery around here? Maybe it was her. Maybe it wasn’t. You didn’t hear it from me. (And those aren’t “walking around” boots.)
You can NOT cheat at Candyland. Even if you stack the deck, playing with a child (and whoever wants to play Candyland had better BE a child) “turns” are pretty much random occurances. The only thing to make Candyland bearable is drinking. Pure and simple.
Chutes and Ladders and Uncle Wiggly though… I have to see if Mom kept those from when I was a lad. I’ll have to ransack her basement next chance I get.
Heh. Shibb in a pretty dress. Maybe one with flowers on it. And a pillbox hat. Yeah, I can see that.
Remember how I said “it wasn’t the Doper Lady you probably think it was” right in the OP, Snickers? That’s because everyone would automatically think I was dreaming of you. Oddly I wasn’t. That time. So I thought I’d let everyone think it was them. Well, all the girls can think it was them. If they want. The boys can think it was them too, I guess. If they really want to. But it wasn’t. Not even Ex.
Tomorrow I get my crown. I can’t wait.
-Rue. (dentally appointed)
I used to help process people’s student loan bills. And we do notice when people send us mail with special stamps. See, my personal system is that you get one coolness point if you used a neat stamp, and one coolness point if you have a neat address label. But people who enclose vanity checks instead of regular boring bank checks lose two coolness points. See, ya gotta know where to be stylish and where to not care.
What can I say, opening mail for hours is boring work.
And to add something that’s sorta relevant to the OP, I know for sure that I’m not the Unnamed Doper Lady. So there.
I won a stocking and a sweatshirt at halftime of monday night football tonight. I had to be the first to find a gumball in a bowl of lettuce (no hands) and then chew and blow a bubble. Go me! This has nothing to do with the OP save the inanity of it all. And I wasn’t wearing a dress or a hat, although I was stylish with chopped lettuce on my eyebrows.
For some reason, I’m having trouble keeping breakfast down right now.
Rue’s gettin’ a crown? So, what? He’s now Emperor of MPSIMS?
I went to Mobile, AL to visit friends over the weekend. It was fun. I also went to do some Christmas shopping at the big honkin’ outlet mall near Mobile, cept I didn’t get any done. Instead I bought myself a new watch, a tshirt from Big Dog[sup]TM[/sup], and a pair of lounging pants with skulls and crossbones all over em. Pirate pants! We ate a lot too. Friday my friends made seafood gumbo. Saturday we had bacon wrapped grilled shrimp, broiled flounder, fried crab claws and oysters diablo. Sunday we had a big ol brunch at my friends’ daughter’s house, then I came home.
I think Poker would be a fun family game night game. Picture it, the whole family sittin’ round the table betting, gambling, swilling beer and smokin’ cigars. Now, that’s some family bonding!
-swampbear (who actually prefers Monopoly and Jenga)
If I’d known there was a Hot Doper Babe[sup]tm[/sup] handling my loan checks, I definitely would’ve used cooler stamps and return address stickers. Darn!
So, if he Rue has a crown and is running for a King…then the question is…King of what? Cartoons is taken. Swing is probably taken, too. There’s a Fisher King. He’s not computer savvy enough to be the King of Ping. Even though he has much Elvis in him (he’s everywhere!) he’s not The King. What’s left?
So… if my enclosed check matches my neat address label, it negates the two coolness points for the stamp and the label? I guess I’d better rethink my bill-paying technique.
I’m pretty certain I am not the Specific Yet Unamed Doper Lady ™, but I can always hope.
I’m back and I have my Crown. I am now King and Emperor Over All I Survey. It wasn’t much of a contest really. Especially since I ran on the “Pretty Women Wearing Oddly Slutty Clothes” platform. And to pull in the Bears of the Swamp vote, I added the Beer and Cookies addendum. Things went pretty well. Especially since I ran unopposed. I mean, who could be opposed to me? Exactly.
It’s a stealth crown though. It’s in my mouth rather than on my head where everyone could see it and be all impressed. But I got my crown. Now you have to do what I say.
Now I have to think of what to say.
-Rue. (be getting back to you soon)
I’ll gladly do what you say, as long as it doesn’t involve physical labor. Or something embarrassing. Or something that requires thought and planning. Or something that requires me to leave my chair. Other than that, I’ll be standing by to do your bidding.
Oh yeah - it can’t interfere with mealtime either. But I’m willing to delay my mid-morning snack. Just because I luvs ya, Rue!
Rue, if you’re going to be King or even Emperor, you’re going to need a heraldic device. You need this so that when you’re in the field of battle and dressed in armor, people can still tell who you are. Or if you never go into battle, it’s just a cool thing to have.
I suggest: Gules, in chief Argent, a crown Or; in base, a molar Argent.
And you could have a badge of Gules, a molar, Argent.
I really have much, too much mostly useless knowledge.
scout1222 you need to read last week’s MMP to find out why Bumbazine is afraid of tight shiny pants. I’m betting Shibb will be afraid of em too after reading my last post. Or maybe not. Maybe he likes to model tight shiny pants for bears.
Rue the beer and cookies were great but it woulda been better if they had been served by burly men. Never forget the burly men.