Well, I expected to be the thread killer, and, unexpectedly, I did not kill the thread. So now the whole world has turned upside down. If I expect the unexpected, it become the expected, but if I expect something, the unexpected happens, making the expected the unexpected . . .
I think I’ll just continue to believe in gravity and hope for the best.
But Kalley, there is no gravity. The Earth just sucks.
Okay, the Earth maybe, but what about Martha? <wink, wink, nudge, nudge>
BTW, why hasn’t anyone mentioned the Spanish Inquisition?
Rue/SpectBrain, I will make the supreme sacrifice and accept any Canadian money you may need to dispose of. No, don’t thank me, it’s the least I could due to relieve you of this curse. In fact, I extend my offer to the rest of the SDMB. Send me your maple leaf pennies, your beaver nickels, your huddled caribou quarters yearning to sprend free! (Paper currency also accepted, receipts not valid for tax purposes.)
Because NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!!!
And the award for the most expected reply goes to :
ASTROBOY14!!!
And with the award goes a complete set of Benny Hill DVDs.
Now, you weren’t expecting that, were you?
Well, by way of complete and total hijack, we just got our cat neutered today.
I’m willing to bet no one expected that either! Including the cat! :eek:
My favorite Yugo joke:
Guy goes into an auto parts store, and says, “How about a windshield wiper for my Yugo?”
Clerk thinks about it, and says, “Sounds like a fair trade!”
merrily, if Yugo on telling jokes like that, we’ll have to form a Focus group to discuss our Civic duty when confronted with such jokes. If we reach an Accord, you may be taking an Expedition to the Outback, or even the Yukon. Legend has it that some joker had a Neon Passport and went on an Excusion to a Mirage. We’ll send a Trooper and a Navigator to Pilot you to your distination where you will spend Infinity watching an Eclipse and avoiding Vipers.
Happy Friday, one and all! It’s a brisk morning in northeast Florida. Our cat wasn’t too happy with us after we brought him home from the vet. However, he didn’t try to kill us in our sleep, so there’s that. My kid started a new job yesterday and she seems to like it. My husband got a call about a job in the area where we plan to live - let’s all keep our fingers crossed that it comes through for him. And, um, that’s about it. No puns. No dreams. No foreign money.
As for my exciting weekend plans - I’m thinking I’ll make a dump run. Time to get all the crap out of the basement that won’t move north with us. Yep, gonna be a fun weekend.
How do you know he didn’t try and fail, FCM? I keep a sharp lookout for a few days.
I should have wet the sponge.
Ow ow ow ow. . .
You know, I think all my hard work is wasted on you people.
It’s Friday and I’m feeling underappreciated. So sue me!
All right Kalley, I’ll sue ya, I’ll sue yer pants off! My lawyers will be seeing you soon and then your pants are mine. So you might want to be prepared with some good, or at least novelty, underwear. Or none at all. Then the lawyers can’t chant:
I see London,
I see France,
I see Kalley’s underpants!
-Rue. (not a fan of granny panties)
Unexpected stuff–I can read this thread without glasses or contacts. Woohoo!!! My opthamologist “enhanced” my left eye on Wednesday. Which means he took out more stuff from the eye with a laser (I had laser surgery last spring). I say it was more like tweaking the eye. After the 1st laser surgery I could see great distance but needed reading glasses for close up. But, the brain is still getting used to seeing close with the left eye and far with the right so the page drifts frequently. I also love the response I got yesterday when I went out to get a prescription filled and told the counter person “I can’t read”–they didn’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for me, so instead they treated me like I was a moron who was a lot slow rather than someone who just had eye surgery and really couldn’t see to read.
Also unexpected is that FCM’s cat and me having surgery on the same week. Whodathunkit.
So you would prefer that grannies didn’t wear panties? You devil, you.
Commando Grannies Rule!!!
Gee, if I tell Rue that I wear granny panties, will he stop worshipping me from afar? 
deb - my cat isn’t too happy with me right now - he’s lying on the couch sorta glaring, and licking his nether regions mournfully. He should be thanking me! Ingrate! Hope you can read this! 
FCM I asume you telling your cat that he was broken before didn’t help. Sounds like you might end up giving the cat more indignity of putting a “party hat” on him if he keeps licking his privates which they definitely are now cause they aren’t majors anymore bwahaha.
[sub]yes I can read but barely cause my eyes are getting tired so they are drifting [/sub]
deb–not doing a preview cause she has taxed her eyes enough today–2world
What? I get pity points “just because?”
That’s low, Kallessa, that’s really low. I expect to earn my pity points, not just have them granted to me like it’s some sort of Imperial Largess or something. Granted, I’m pitiful, but it’s not like I’m welby or anything. Besides, Rue is the only one who can just grant awards in these threads. Look it up, it’s a rule.
I’m gonna earn my points retroactively, and kill another thread in the process. Here we go:
It’s snowing again, people.
I know this crap happens every year, and having lived through it for 35+ years I should be used to it, but I’m still cranky. I meant to commemorate the First Snowfall Of The Year yesterday, but it was mixed with freezing rain and didn’t stick, so it doesn’t count. Also, Lori reminded me of a bunch of things I should be doing around here and have kinda’ been putting off. No computer for me.
Today we just had cold, dry air and a few flurries, so that doesn’t count either. But it’s coming, bubbies, it’s coming. Big, heavy, white crap. The kind of stuff that I prayed for as a kid, because they’d simply have to close the schools.
They had no choice, really, when we had those beautiful little crystals clumping together and dropping in big wads at a rate that outstripped the plows. Man, that’s heaven for a kid. You got an unexpected day off from school and you could grab your sled and slide down that hill and feel that moment of terror when you realized that you had somehow jumped the creek and were heading straight for the barbed-wire fence, but you lived and went home for some hot chocolate and grabbed your skates and headed for the pond…
Snow is good for kids.
It absolutely sucks for me, though, because I have to get it out of my driveway somehow. I can’t believe ShadiRoxanne wants to move here. I probably spelled her name wrong.