Oh, dear sweet God in heaven–I am one sick bastard.
I thought this said that Vunderkind got hisself ejaculated last night.
:eek:
I’m off to raise havoc and mistinterprete things at HD and the Village Hall (car stickers, finally).
Thîs îs fùň. Ĩ thįŋk wè sĥőůld ālwāys dö thís.
Or not, it gets tiresome very quickly. Anyway, As Arthur Dent once said, “Today must be Thursday. I never could quite get the hang of Thursdays.” My sister is asleep on the couch, she’s just had her wisdom teeth removed. Where mine were well behaved, hers were less so. Impacted or somesuch, so she’s going to be out of it for a couple of days. Fortunately, I, her heroic older brother, am here to take care of her. Also my father is home today.
Rebo, nice pun. I’m impressed. 
CONGRATULATIONS VUNDERKIND
My plans for today involve (yep, you guessed it) more video games, and also going to see my [del]head shrinker[/del] psychiatrist this afternoon. I’ve been seeing this doctor since I was in the first grade, and now it seems his semi-retirement is becoming full retirement. So I may have to go find another doctor by the end of this year. Ah well. Life moves on, as always.
And speaking of life moving on:
Try not to throw anything larger or more painful than a tomato, okay?
::Flings several muskrats and some bunny babies for good measure!::
:smack: I forgot to say CONGRATS to VunderKind
Um, Spatsie, mayhaps you could try life without a therapist for a while? (I’m one to talk, heh, I’ve been seeing mine since 1985, but then I’m also 20++ years older than you)
:: flings confetti ::
I’m at work!
OK, it’s just a one-day temp assignment–I’m phone girl at a tile place, because one of their guys broke a tooth and has to go to the dentist, but I’m working, and I’ll get paid. The temp agency also should have some actual accounting work for me to do as my next assignment.
And someone bought me two months of paid livejournal time. Time to make more icons!
And I was worried that this would be a bad day. I have a lot of other stuff to do, like faxing a whole bunch of papers to a company so they will talk to me, and buying some khakis. I haven’t found decent khakis anywhere. Except Lane Bryant, and theirs are just what I’m looking for, but a bit more than this cheapskate wants to pay. I’ve lost weight, but not enough yet to move from the fat chick stores.
Congrats, Tel!
Yay Tel!
Yay for Vunderkid!
::Picks up a muskrat covered in spaghetti, tosses it aside, accidently (ha) hits mika with it, grabs a bunny covered in whatever that stuff is they’re eating in rigs’ garden, tosses it aside, finds some confetti and tosses THAT::
heh. Moments before I read this, i said this VERY thing to someone here, and got the blankest stare ever in return.
Wait till you get to the point where everything at LB is a little too big, and everything everywhere else is a little too small. That precise spot is the low end of my constantly-fluctuating weight range. (And when you add the fact that even petite sizes are three to four inches too long for me, you understand why I hate clothes shopping. )
But congrats on any kind of employment. And all the associated congrats and feel betters and everything else I missed this week because I was so taken up with my stupid, traitorous reproductive system.
In between LB and JCP is Catherine’s - and they have some gorgeous stuff there.
Why do I find it funny that a guy at a tile place would chip a tooth? But – congrats on finding temp employment.
Don’t bite any tile.
My Lane Bryant story:
Early days of our marriage, and not yet accustomed to buying chicks clothing, I was out Christmas shopping. I passed by a sign in the mall that said:
** “Sweaters - Really Cheap!! And One Size Fits All, Yes Even Her!!!”**
So, I amble in, not caring or knowing what Lane Bryant is for. The helpful salesgirl didn’t help, and since the bin said “One size…”, I just found a nice pink one and paid. Happy that I did the “shopping for wimmen” thing right.
FF to Christmas, Bus Wife, who’s 5’9", and at the time maybe 150, not your typical LB customer, unwraps, sees the box and just stares at me. She’s understanding, if just a BIT bugged that I thought I should shop for her there. I’m mystified, til she explains.
ooops. :smack:
So she tries on the sweater. It’s big, but COMFY big. She actually likes it because it has that hanging really loose look to it. Likes it so much that it was 10-12 years before it got too threadbare too wear anymore.
So, Stooopid guy me, but a happy ending.
I don’t know aobut cute, but they sure look good like this.
Of course you can. You can do anything on a Mac that you can do on a PC. Just hold down Apple for 5 seconds, hit banana-banana, and then spin around in a circle while holding you head on the “tygh” cluster of keys.
Heh. I’m looking forward to that point, and at least I won’t have the length issues, Og be praised. My ambition is not to be skinny by any means, but healthy. Anyway, to paraphrase King of Queens, I don’t have a thin-girl head.
I know just whom I will force to shop with me, too. Though the last time we did that, I didn’t buy anything, and he did. Hee hee.
You just may find that thrift stores can be your friend in this quest. Most of my work and work-in-the-yard wardrobe comes from the ones around here. And I look spiffy.
And not to pry, Rifty and Spats, but after 20-some years of therapy, shouldn’t you have reached the point where you don’t need it anymore?
Rose and Spats, I meant.
Oh, never mind.
Sean, that’s not a bad idea. I hadn’t even considered it, since I generally have not found my size in thrift stores, but I’ll look into it.
I used to have multiple personalities, but we’re okay now.