HAPPY BIRTHDAY SNAKESCATLADY AND ZELIE!
WHY are doctor’s offices so friggin’ slow? I only had to get a shot today… not terribly complicated. But it took LONGER than when I was there a couple weeks ago for a full physical. ARGH!
I have a kitty named Lily so I certainly think it’s a good kitty name (although she came with the name… I didn’t give it to her).
I’m really unmotivated today. [whine] Do I have to do work? [/whine]
Actually, I’m pretty sure we’d’ve been prouder (more proud?) if’n you would have smacked her. But that could just be the coffee talking.
I like Herman and Lily, also. Years ago I got a Dobe and named her Natasha. A few years later the Klingon and I got another pup (GSD) so he was named Boris, of course. :rolleyes:
mika, fascinating story.
Huh. And I thought I was doing a pretty damn good job of Promoting Kentucky. Just look at the shape we’re in!! Well, bobbio, I guess you know this is where the Army stores nerve gas. And that they’ve been trying to decide what to do with it for YEARS and YEARS. But never mind. It is indeed southeast of Lexington, which is of course a lovely town, made lovlier of course by my presence in it. 
Might you be able to squeeze in a lunch with me while you’re here? Are you staying here or in Richmond? Alternatively, if the very thought of me repulses you, feel free to ignore my heartfelt invitation. 
And …
I want kittens, if only to name them Smarmy and Repugnant. I love animals, but I’ve taken a small dislike to cats in recent years. Mostly when they began sitting in my driveway, annoying my dog. Now I have a husband allergic them, and I have no reason to love them at all! But anyway.
Chaosboy – Don’t make me send you clothing! 
Thanks, yes he’s doing great. He eats like a hog, water is not his friend though. He prefers to tip the water bowl over and lick it off the floor. Just in the last couple weeks he’s become more social, sitting on laps and such. Before that he was too busy playing and finding hidey places to sleep, now he enjoys people, mostly me, his “mommy”.
Mika, you were in Chicago, even for a layover and didn’t give a heads up? ::tapping foot waiting for a good explanation::
Sounds like the United terminal with the long moving sidewalk and the flashing neon/flourescent overhead.
I’ll have to check the schedule, because it’s a pretty fast trip in and out. I kinda figured that after all those jokes I made about Baby Cherry looking like Quizno Bob I had you permanently skeeved out, but I’d honored if it can get arranged.
BTW, Baby Cherry is the 2nd cutest kid I’ve ever seen…
Oh, my! Didn’t know you were in Chicago. Had no clue, and didn’t even think to “announce” it on the boards, as I’ve seen other people do, since it was for such a short period of itme. Next time maybe.
And yup, it was United!
Well, not “in” but certainly damn close enough to spring for a cup of caffiene.
I’m really dissapointed and sorry now. How cool would have it been to meet the Bus Guy? 
Aah! See! The pants aren’t that bad; there are 3 votes for the pants, and… some number against!
Taters, you call 8:40 letting the kids sleep in? I’d slap you if you were my mom.
Actually, I wouldn’t. I was up before 6 every morning, weekends too. (I always had to go to work on weekends, at least from 9th grade on.)
Nope. I forgot to cast my “I’m coming over there to revoke your gay card next Tuesday” vote yesterday.
**Bobbio ** - Assuming you’re going to be at a hotel better than a Motel 6, meaning one with a bellhop and maybe even room service, you should have no problems. Just call the front desk, or when you check in, chat with the person there about your busted-up shoulder and that you’d appreciate if there might be somone that could help you get dressed. I’m assuming you just need assistance getting the jacket on, and perhaps with your tie. Give 'em five or ten bucks and ask them to be around later on to help you undress. Good hotels and their staff should be accustomed to doing things like this, and doing them discreetly.
Remember last week when I’d said something about our mainframes can run at up to some four million transactions per second, and people goggled over such high numbers?
I just got an email proclaiming the wonders of some crackerjack system engineers did something to make processing more efficient. The new scheme has eliminated some five billion operations per week. Yes, billion with a b. Everyone’s very happy about this as everything’s running faster now.
Who was the third? Myself, **Draelin ** and…?
I think he’s counting himself, though I don’t know if you can vote for your own pants.
Today sucks. I had to tattle on an entire department. I’m thinking of having Xanax for lunch so I don’t end up crying at my desk come 3 p.m.
BonkeyDear, since he bought them in the first place. Duh…
:smack: Wow, that was a hell of a blonde moment…I’ll go eat my lunch quietly now. slinks off
I’ll have what she’s having…
Maybe Ellen could go help Bobbio get dressed.
donkeybear here’s the deal. Three gay MMPers said to lose the pants. Our votes outweigh all the others because this is a fashion issue. Understand? Also, when Taters was talkin’ about letting her kids sleep in, remember she is on the left coast so it was like 6:40 AM there.
Oh, one more thing.
** I HATE AUDITORS!!!**
In case it isn’t obvious, I’m dealing with a program audit today. I wish they’d hurry up and go away already.
chaosboy baaaad pants really really awful pants.
Did I mention it was 12 days till vacation. Then I am gone for 3 weeks.
Christmas at home - whoohoo!!
It is cold and snowy in Wyoming…
It’s a Friday.
And I don’t have to work! falls over squeeing
I’m going to surf around and not worry about homework (thank God), and then go home and overdose on Adams and Pratchett and Gaiman. Ahhhhh, books–my personal crack.
swampy, I’ll get rid of the Auditors for you… prepares chocolate and arrows
Awww… Whatever you’re facing can’t be half as bad as the federal ones I meet with from the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency. I’d rather eat a box of cyanide-coated scorpions than talk to one of these cyborgs. They’re just too nasty to be humans.
A close runner-up are the independent Sarbanes Oxley goons. They just make me want to eat scorpions. Heck, I’d rather wear plaid pants than deal with them!