<slaps hand away>
Git yer paws off MY fresh Man Flesh, Missy! He’s mine, I tell ya–MINE! soup? What self-respecting 21 year old wants soup? Bah, tcha, hmmph.
Here, have a little of this, Spats <hands him a glass> --that’ll get yer vectors all in a twist!
(ok, am now squiking myself out…back to putting the computer desk together)
Cradle-robber! 
:d
I was in the fourth grade. And assuming I was a good girl who waited till high school graduation to marry her high school sweetheart and start squeezing out babies, I could technically be mother to anyone here 33 and under. But I didn’t have a high school sweetie - I didn’t even date till I was almost 20 (I was shy - wanna make sumpin’ of it??) and I didn’t marry till just before I turned 30. My baby came when I was 31…
Take notes - there’ll be a quiz later!
Idiot cat has been eating dog food again. She has a bowl full of her own kibble, but for some reason, she was snacking on Old Roy’s Weight Management Dog Food (for Bernie, the fat old lady) - if she barfs it up, I will be mightily pissed. I put the bowl up where I think she can’t get it. We shall see.
TGIF!!!
Shrimp for dinner, with home made cocktail sauce. Yum. That’s as far ahead as I’ve planned. Except for putting my nephew’s birthday gift card in an envelope. I mailed him a letter this morning, and neglected the gift. He’s getting $12 because he’s turning 12 on Weds. Almost exactly 40 years younger than I! He’s coming to spend 10 days with me this summer. We shall see if I can keep up with him as we play tourist in DC and Baltimore and maybe Annapolis.
Happy Friday!! <insert Happy Dance here>
You might be right, though, as he hasn’t checked back in. But if he’s really getting scared, then he’s not worth it. 
4:20! Almost time - counting the minutes!
I went to JoAnne’s at work. Never, never, did I think to see the day where I’d be happy over a fabric sale. :rolleyes: —> me. But I did get a very pretty cloth, 5 yards for $2.00 a yard with 60 % off that price, so it came out to…
drumroll, please!
$4.00! Woohoo!
Me
But FCM, I thought you *were * my substitute mom. You aren’t? Don’t make me cry! 
Also I didn’t start dating until I was 20, too. Not shy, but that was when I moved out, finally!
I second that! Also it’s 1 hour 15 minutes to quittin’ time
Dinner will be chicken soup beause I’ve been snacking on “bad” things all day. I’ve told them - don’t offer me junk food on Fridays when I am weak!
Niece-in-law is expecting mid March. I just got some April vaca days approved so - w00t - I’m gonna meet the baby!
FCD should be home any time now, but since I haven’t gotten a call from a hospital or the police, I’m assuming he’s fine.
Our NSPS has been pushed back to <thinking> April, I believe. We’re Spiral 1.1, or some such nonsense. I’ll believe it when I see it. It’d be nice if it dragged on until May '07 - that’s when I’m due for my next step increase.
Egads. Can’t a guy go to class without getting jumped on? Maybe I should go to class more often. Oh, and I’m definitely not saying anything about anything that may or may not have happened between me and rigs. Long live chivalry. :: sips from glass :: Say, this is good, what is it? Although I have to say, the offer of laundry is tempting. I HATE doing laundry. Hate it hate it hate it.
I must say, it’s nice to be appreciated.
Okay, this is the weirdest thing I’ve seen all week. It even beats the giant jellyfish.
http://www.flavorspraydiet.com/
It’s zero calorie spray that you use on food to make it taste better. Flavours like chocolate, bbq, ranch, strawberry shortcake, bacon, pesto…
It’s terrifying, disgusting, and fascinating. I’m seriously thinking about buying Driving Husband some bacon spray for his birthday. I may start a thread about it to see if anyone’s tried the stuff.
You never call, you never write… but I understand, dear. No really. Don’t let it bother you. I’ll just be over here dusting. No, that’s not a tear. I’m fine. Really.
Holy crap. Are you my mother???
No, wait. My mother doesn’t dust.
Neither do I, mostly…
I want that. I’ll take ranch and beef steak.
I was a freshman in high school when Jack Kennedy was killed. I am right behind old man bumba.
only 45 minutes to go and it can’t come too soon. Everybody around here is getting really really grumpy.
MAA! Stop going through my stuff! That’s private - oh, I can explain that. Really, I can. Just give me a chance, ma!
Spats, welcome back! FTR, I didn’t jump on you. I was just told I should. But now apparently you belong to rigs, and she seems to be kind of possessive, so I’ll just back away slowly.
Not possessive, just a tad insecure.
But even I won’t do laundry for love or money.
Go get yourself some soup–maybe I’ll light up Bumba’s or Sean’s life…
<sings> “I’m all alone, all by myself…there is noone here to guide me. I’m all alone…”
Just for the record - I make gooooooooood shrimp! Yum. Now I want cake. I don’t have any cake. Guess I’ll have a popsicle. <sigh>
What are you doing back there?
Hey! Gimme back my wallet!
You light up my life just by being there, sweetie.
[sub]Stop singing, OK?[/sub]