taxi -your lunch was very good.
As to the comparison of a woman to a bunch of greasy, cheap, overprocessed fast food items…why, no I wouldn’t be thrilled. How did you know? (hubby would most likely suffer great pain…heh…if he said that to me.)
Commercials are getting weirder and weirder. Half the time, I can’t figure out what the product is.
Must go sleep now–I am pooped.
Am ordering take out tononc, and damn the expense.
I sooooo wanna go to Orlando now. Just so I can walk into a Steak 'n Shake near the UCF campus and say real loud: “Is there a waitress in here whose mother goes by the name of FairyChatMom on the internet? I want to sit in her section.” Then I’d look around to see if there’s a wairtess trying to make the floor open up and swallow her. 
swampy, that would well and truly freak her out!
Well, see, we just picked it out and haven’t actually gotten to the installation part. Details! Details! 
Ooooo, if you do that, you absomustly stop at my house and pick me up to go with. I live fairly close. We could really scares her then.
S&S sounds good right now. Too bad there’s not one close by.
nothing to say, so off to napland for me.
rigs I’m tired too. Only I’m still at work, and it’s not my week to drive in the carpool.
I was really bored at work (probably why I’m now tired), and started googling names. Low and behold, I now have the address of the last girlfriend I hade before this current one. What to do, what to do …
HEE! How much fun would that be Puggy! We’d get to see each other and mortify a Cool Kid’s kid! That would be so Jakeily Jake! Lots of exclamation points Jake!
I wonder if Rue’s gonna pop in and tell us if anything popped out at work this week.
Y’all better remember to take pictures! That would be too funny.
I want to go home. I’m tired of working. Hubby called and we chatted a bit - he said he was just eating lunch and I didn’t need to cook dinner for him. Yay! I’ll eat leftover chili - taco salad! Yes, that’ll work.
How close is fairly close? I’ll be delivering some furniture to my kid over President’s weekend. Are you close enough for a Saturday lunch??
She’s not working on Saturdays this semester, but I’m sure there are other possible places to eat…
No nap.
Couldn’t sleep.
Was starving, so ordered a stuffed pizza from Aranello’s. Then remembered (once I bit into it) that I don’t like their sauce. Scraped off sauce* and ate anyway.
Now I am extra sleepy–after one piece!
*no, I’m not 9, but their sauce is sweet. Sweet pizza sauce is an abomination.
Sean --I got a large. Wanna piece? Here, have a napkin.
The focus group training was good, except for one person who had a lil adult tempter tantrum at the very end. So, it ended on a sort of sour note, but I wasn’t the one having the temper tantrum, so it’s all good…
Another one tomorrow, at a much more civilized time (noon to 4).
I like sweet pizza sauce…
:eek:
Then there’s a piece of piza in my fridge with your name on it!
So, I came in to share magnificent news, read to catch up, and was overcome by hunger (rigs’s fault; the pizza sent me over the edge, although I totally agree with her about the sweet sauce issue). So you had to wait for me to consume a BLT with a little bit of cheese added to hear:
I got my lovely ceramic object today!!! Yay!!
::does happy dance::
Plus also it came with a certificate of authenticity signed by her very own self!
Of course, I have a question: does “Not to be taken internally” refer to the certificate or the pottery?
I got the one with the lid, which was exactly the one I wanted, and have already put it to good use: it is now holding the precious rubber bands that I am dutifully collecting for my dear niece. She is intent upon creating a large ball of rubber bands. I’d been placing them on a little plate, but they were annoying me because they were sitting in the living room looking messy. So now they’re discreetly hidden in an authentic objet d’art (I’m sure I’ve missed an accent or other punctuation, but you know what I mean…).
It’s very purty and will coordinate nicely with the flowerpots I’m about to move some plants into… Thanks, FCM.
Need to clean up a bit; little brother is due here in a couple hours. Started to put A very long engagement into the DVD and then remembered that I couldn’t use it as background since I don’t actually understand French. So I’ve thrown in an episode of Firefly instead.
Off to clean. Back later…
GT
gt, glad it got there safely. I’m sure you noticed that you have to find the exact spot for the lid to fit or it won’t. I’m still not too good with the lid-making skill. But I’m glad you’ve got a good use for it.
In my first class, I made a really, really short piece - kinda like the saucer that goes under a flower pot. It’s on my desk at work holding paper clips. Which is cool.
So, Dolores, have you gotten yours yet? It did have a bit farther to go…
No, I don’t know that it was a spider bite Ellen, I just threw that in for the “*A spider crawled into your mouth?!? Ewwwww!!!” * factor. Although I have been bitten by actual spiders before. Examined their dead bodies and everything. Got bit by a black widow in California once, even. Checked for the little hourglass on its little dead belly. I had a painful goose egg on my thigh for about 6 weeks from that one. Anyway my symptoms were consistent with venom. So I thought of spiders as being the most icky thing I could put in. If anybody has any other theories to share, go ahead. We live to oogie people out here.
I don’t like sweet pizza sauce either. There’s a pizza chain around here called Izzy’s that used to have excellent pizza, but now the sauce tastes like catsup, ick! I blame it on MBAs.
*
My curse upon your venom’d stang,
That shoots my tortur’d gums alang,
An’ thro’ my lug gies mony a twang,
Wi’ gnawing vengeance,
Tearing my nerves wi’ bitter pang,
Like racking engines! *
First verse of Address To The Toothache
Robert Burns - 1759 - 1796
Yes, I’m still on about that!
Are you still swollen and miserable?
Maybe you should get checked by a doc.
Didn’t actually give it a second thought because my garlic keeper is made that way deliberately, so I’m used to jiggling the lid around a bit.
Oh, and I think we should have an MMP-Fest at the Orlando Steak-n-Shake. (The more, the [del]more mortifying[/del] merrier???) Sadly, I’m not planning to be in the area any time soon…
I was extremely productive and cleaned out two whole kitchen cupboards this evening. I was just about done when the little brother got here. Who knew I had four bags of chocolate chips?
I’m distressingly awake way past my bedtime. Maybe a bit of reading will help…
GT
gt, four bags? How is it possible to resist all of that chocolate, it has such a loud voice.
Good question. My brother came home just as it was time to put it away, so he imprisoned it in the cabinet. I’m kinda scared to open the door now.
GT
Speaking of chocolate (notice how smoothly I segueway), tonight is Chocolate Classic night here. Which means today is set up for Chocolate Classic day. I’m just so excited. :rolleyes: I’m supposed to wear a chef’s apron and hat tonight. I’ll also be wearing a shirt, pants and shoes because I feel that accessorizing is so important.