I’ll have nightmares for weeks! Send 'em to MBG and his primate porn can be become life sized. <shudders at thought>
Or send 'em to a furry and challenge them to groom the ape.
<reaches for Clorox>
HELLO! ALL NEWBIES!–I thought I’d go all autumnal. I hope albino hare has a pocket watch or some good drugs (we’ll ask Alice).
I have to go put money in the bank–such an odd experience, I may take pictures! My loan for grad school came to me a few days ago. Then off to Home Despot to spend more of the gift card, and then the library, where I have to ask the librarian for some help.
I’m so embarassed. You all have a great day! And that’s an order!
Grrr. Papa T. transferred money out of one bank account to another bank account at a different bank several days ago. We expected it would take a bit of time; but now Bank #1 is showing the money gone but Bank #2 is showing no sign of it. And they’re both really good at displaying actual current information when we look at our accounts online – in fact, one is so good that we’ve used a debit card at the drugstore and the debit appears on our account by the time we get home. So where’s the money? We need the money by a certain date! We have a deadline here, people!
Grrr. The problem with getting used to stuff happening fast is that then fast isn’t fast enough, y’know?
Friday is my hubby’s 43rd birthday. He’s informed me that he’s not having anymore. :rolleyes: Puh-lease! He’s a guy, why does he care about getting older?
I know there’s so much more to address, but I really do have way too many things to do, and not nearly enough time to do them in.
Hi, hi, all! I’ve been busy too! Not much interesting to report from here … but I’m around.
I’ve enjoyed the pictures! I used to love petting the goats and sheep and bunnies, etc., at the state fair, too. Those little coats they put the sheep in are hysterical.
Wating for second rise to finish. That sounds dirty. I’m eating chocolate sponge pudding cake stuff for breakfast. Breakfast of champions- or at least people who plan to spend the day lazing around until doing insane amounts of dance class.
I am late and full of Grrrr this morning. I had a run in with Home Depot this morning over carpet installation. Seems they didn’t send quite enough carpeting to do both guest bedrooms and we had quite a wrassling match over which one WOULD get carpet today WITHOUT me being charged for them to come back. (They wanted “room number one and I wanted room number two” which are basically mirror images of each other in size and shape. No…really…they did) I informed them they really didn’t want me to raise a big stink over being charged for the MISTAKE THEY EFFIN MADE IN THE FIRST PLACE! :: panting smiley:: So, we shall see. Tune in next time. :rolleyes:
Greetings WhiR (White Rabbit).
swampy, why are you now channeling Friar Tuck???
I have not seen the monkey dresses but I have seen mbg’s monkey porn. Just appalling.
I gotta run to Publix now and pick up dessert and fruit trays for a client meeting. Some days it just doesn’t pay to shower afore work.
Don’t fret too much. The sort of people that will gladly disassemble a barn so they can get the scrap metal do tend to, shall we say, have an unfortunate past.
Around here, I’d be gobsmacked to find a scavenger that didn’t get frequent-flyer miles from the local constabulary. Even the Chinese or Mexican guys that rove around in pickups stacked 15 feet high and 12 feet wide in scrap cardboard seem harmless enough, but do have their share of police contact - especially when a rope breaks going around a corner and two tons of flattened boxes jams up the intersection.
But they’re stripping out your derelict buildings for free! How cool is that! Or, as **swampy ** would say, that jakey jake!
How many rats and raccoons have scurried out so far? Some years ago, neighbors (in a typical urban residential neighborhood) tore down something that was midway between a big shed and a tiny barn, and we got invaded by the rats that were living in it. :eek:
On Tupug’s carpet calamity - it’s too late for you, but for anyone else contemplating carpet, pondering Pergo, wanting wood or liking linoleum – if Empire Today’s in your area, call them. They might be new in your area, but they’re expanding, and have been going in Chicago for eons. They did our living room, dining room and stairs for less than Home Dingbats wanted for labor alone. And they did a spiffy and speedy job. On time, utterly professional and CLEAN. They vacuumed up all of the dust that winds up under old carpet before laying the new, and vacuumed up all the lint and whatnot after they were done. And that bit where they bring the carpet samples to you - priceless. You just can’t tell what the stuff will look like when you’re seeing it under the harsh lighting at a warehouse store and have any rational idea what it will look like against the wall and adjacent wood floor.
Somehow, I believe a P.O.ed puggy could be worse than a P.O.ed bear when it comes to being argued with over what I’m paying for. Some of you may recall the saga of the furniture store that sold my furniture they were supposed to hold until my house was built. Suffice it to say it was an ugly, ugly, ugly time for said furniture store.
Perchance I channel yon Friar Tuck because we talketh much of faire.
Speaking of racoons and stuff – a possum entered my brother’s house at midnight the other night. They were asleep and were alerted to their visitor’s presence via mucho hissing from the resident felines. My brother had some large leather gloves leftover from when he worked construction, so he donned those, along with his boots in order to take the critter outside, once he was caught.
Me: “This being midnight, of course you were wearing only your underwear.”
Him: “Yep.”
So there’s Brother, in boxers, boots and big blue gauntlets, facing down a teenage possum, which apparently crawled in from the crawlspace and up an old laundry tube and into the kitchen, where delicious bowls of cat food lay.
He had big plans to swoop up Br’er Possum in a towel, but he kept backing further and further into the bottom of the pantry. Finally, with his wife guarding the rest of the house with a baby gate, he swept the possum out of the bottom of the pantry, across the kitchen floor and out the door.
The dope dealing is a don’t care for me. The burglary is the problem, and the sheriff put that to rest for now. If all goes well, then I’m happy to help the guys out…
AFAIK, the only critters to be inconvenienced by this are a couple of feral cats. Good riddance.
The feral cats may be the reason why you don’t have rats and snakes and such, VB. Just sayin’…
Okay, I need your input here. If someone gave you the clue to the identity of a person of the male persuasion living in California that consists of “DRUMS DRUMS DRUMS,” who could it be? With a follow-up hint of “FIRE.” It’s someone we should all know. And I can’t tell you why I’m asking until later, but in the meantime any help would be appreciated!
Tigs I assume this to be a celebrity type personage, thus I will be no help. I failed the knowing famous people part of my gay test. Fortunately I aced the other parts so I got my card and f-aaaaaa-bu-lous-ness.
Why do people ask me about stuff that happened waaaaaaaaaaaay back in June? I don’t know from stuff that happened in June now. If hard pressed I can think back to oh, say, August, but come on, this is September! I can’t remember June stuff all the way to September. ::Whine::
How can you not be old enough to remember Allan Sherman - it was only the early to mid 60s - aren’t you 40-something?
I love Allan Sherman, and the artists he inspired: Tom Lehrer and “Weird” Al
I ain’t gettin’ out my cane because I refuse to admit I need one
