Show of hands everybody that’s glad Ceiling Cat did not eated teh skiez and da Urfs.
That cracked me up!
Howdy Y’all! I had two one hour meetings at work about the same thing. :rolleyes: Oh yeah, that’s productive!
CutiePie glad the rash was not of the killer kind.
Dotty here’s a trout and some chitlins to use on the hubby.
Ruble was that a pic of you? If so, how you doin’! Now you can say a gay guy has flirted with ya.
Puggy cool toy! YAY!!!
I yanked some frozen chili out of the freezer for dindin. I shall even nuke it cause I’m all nice like that. Actually, I foresee chili, baked N.O.T. and some toppin’s such as cheese, onion and possibly sour cream. What? It’s good!
ETA: On the way home from work, I passed a pickup truck that had a SpongeBobSquarePants little kiddie recliner all wrapped in plastic and tied into the truck bed. I predict much squeeage over that come Christmas Day.
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On the way home from work, I passed a pickup truck that had a SpongeBobSquarePants little kiddie recliner all wrapped in plastic and tied into the truck bed. I predict much squeeage over that come Christmas Day.
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that all depends on the age of the recipient. He may have gotten it for his brother in law whom he hates.
I’m doing a bit better now that I’ve eaten more and taken ibuprofen (I had cramps. :smack: I don’t know why I can’t always recognize them) I still haven’t done anything today.
Woo! My next chunk of pay from my joint iPhone app finally arrived today – along with a W-8BEN US tax form that I have no idea what to do with, being in Canada and all. It’s titled "“Certificate of Foreign Status of Beneficial Owner for United States Tax Withholding” … what does that even mean? Christmas bonuses were handed out at work too, so even better.
Swampus - I’ll admit, that commercial made me smirk.
Puggy - Cool party gift! Our company has the executive assistant go shopping at some stuffy knick knack place or something, 'cos there are usually things like candle arrangements, figurines, etc. Sometimes there’s wine or booze. No electronic gadgets or anything. But I figure since we get a good meal at a good restaurant, plus a nice Christmas bonus, anything we might win at the company party is just an extra bonus. And with all the downscaling of corporate holiday cheer I’ve been hearing about lately, I suppose I should be glad we get anything. Plus, we can regift if it’s something we’d never have any use for.
Whoaaaa, Pie, that sounds like NO FUN AT ALL. Glad it was the OK kind of rash.
We have been remiss. It’s someone’s birthday and we’ve failed to mention it:
Happy Birthday, MBG!!!
Congrats on the award, Spaz.
Here’s a wet trout for hubby, Dotty. Also, I really like the picture of you and HRH in the portrait gallery, by the way. (Everyone else’s too, but yours kind of stood out for some reason.)
I won a $25 gift certificate that I can use at any one of 38 restaurants. (There’s a group of non-chain restaurants here in Columbus that works together to do things that they’re not able to do as stand-alone restaurants. They do gift certificates for the whole group. So, now I get to decide where to spend the certificate. There are 3 members within walking distance of my house and several near work. Hmmmm…decisions.)
Oh my … I must expand a bit on what FCM reports - I woke from my nap just in time to catch the last weather report of the 6 PM local news and heard Bob Ryan’s forecast for Saturday. Unfortunately, where I live is in the targeted 6-12" area! :eek: I think I’m going to recommend to my boss that he sign the time cards tomorrow instead of waiting until Monday. LOL
Our office holiday party was held at a restaurant and we had a great time although it was so noisy you couldn’t hear very much. Had a -fantastic- appetizer, among the buffalo wings, etc., which consisted of shrimp wrapped in mozerlla cheese, then breaded and fried. OMG, that was some tasty shrimp! I had enough that I didn’t really want (or need!) any supper tonight.
Bleh, long day and I’m glad to be home. I’ve got to wrap up the last of my Christmas shopping tomorrow. I ordered my prime rib roast today. Sixteen pounds of lovely, tasty, tender goodness. The best part of it for me will be making soup with the leftovers the day after Christmas.
Not much else going on. I’m tired, but need to make dinner. Something with chicken boobies, I guess.
I’m in the American Coaster Enthusiasts and been a regular at Outrageous Bingo for ----- well, almost forever. I’ve had gay guys flirting with me for ages. Mostly those with poor vision (see point 2 to follow) but flirted with none the less.
That is a rather old picture. For more of an idea about “today” check the Doper Rogues Gallery.
(For those who don’t know, ACE has traditionally been heavily “alternative lifestyles”. Which is great cover for me at events. I am not NEARLY the coaster freak my wife is. The one lesbian couple is in the same situation – one riding nut and one not so nuts. So Christine (the not-so-nuts) and I are known to take a bench together, arm in arm like any older couple, whispering in each others ear “God! Would you look at the rack on that babe! I could wear down my front teeth on that stuff!!!” All the while Peg and my wife are off on the coasters.
Ruble - you might know some friends of mine: J & J Z. He proposed to her with Burma Shave style signs lined up at the entrance to one of the Six Flags Great Adventure coasters
Feliz, feliz en tu día
Em Bi Gi, que Dios te bendiga,
que reine la paz en tu día
y que cumplas muchos más.
When you live some 100y away from the location of the exam, “I got snowed in!” isn’t a valid excuse, is it? Not that a couple inches counts as snower-in anyway. The uni was real pretty yesterday, but The World Outside My Window isn’t visible right now so I don’t know if it’s still snowed.
Vorlon, congratulations on the weight loss and here’s to hoping the ring will be found.
And congratulations as well to Spaz and to the other people who got Santa presents from their employers.
Now you can say a gay guy has flirted with ya. 
I had enough that I didn’t really want (or need!) any supper tonight.
