Nice!
I just finished eating sauerbraten, potatoes and carrots for lunch. I am OVERLY full. On top of that, one of the people from my division came in and said she had a large tray of lumpeia (??spelling??). I love those, but I am stuffed! I eat a salad most every day.
If I remember correctly, last week it was you flirting with the gay guy. (Me.)
Gay men are the best for honing your flirting skills. I have yet to meet a gay man who wouldn’t flirt with me just for the hell of it.
Lumpia (Filipino eggrolls) just sound filling and well, lumpy.
DH is home sick today - dropped him off at the train station, and about an hour and a half later, he calls to say that he’s about to leave. He was feeling kinda puny this morning, and by the time he got to work, puny was replaced with puky. At least that seemed to be a one-off problem, but a case of barfs at work is usually a free pass to home.
I picked a bad week to take off from work. Well, I didn’t so much pick it as it was what was available. I wanted next week, but lost the seniority lottery. It’s been gray and rainy here all week, traffic is beyond terrible and that all adds up to blech. I’m about 100 pages into my 1600 pages of reading to be done.
I think you are confusing me with someone else. I’m so horrible at flirting and have always missed when a woman was flirting with me, I gave it up for Lent one year and never picked it back up.
Or else I don’t know what the word “flirt” means.
Taters it’s lumpia. Basically Filipine egg rolls. Good stuff.
Oh, I know they’re basically Filipino egg rolls. My friend Arceli used to make the BEST lumpia in town! She made killer homemade dipping sauces for them too. Light and tasty. Unfortunately, my friend passed away a couple of years ago because of cancer. She was one hell of a fighter and I miss her.
The lumpia today were very tasty and light as well. This lady’s lumpia are always a big hit too.
I adore lumpia.
I can’t decide what I want for dinner tonight. Tomorrow is the big birthday dinner, but I’ll be damned if I’m cooking tonight, so I’m sure BSMF and I will go out to eat. We have a few “usual” places, but I don’t really know what I’m in the mood for.
These are important matters!
I should think flirting with gay guys is the best thing of all to do. They don’t get led on, they know you’re just playing, and as **Draelin **says, they flirt right back at ya, and sometimes better.
Oh, and Sean? I read this:
And then this.
Hehe. And I meant on the boards. I don’t know if you flirt in person or not! But you can flirt with me anytime.
Preach it! You want me to tell you to go home, then all ya gotta do is puke. One good hurl is all it takes to convince me somebody’s sick.
Lumpia sounds like Clarence Rutherford had a sex change. 
Time to go get a haircut. Later y’all!
swampy, you will love this story, then. At BSMF’s work one day, one of the sales guys came into work not feeling well. He proceeded to yak in the bathroom. Even after puking at work, his boss STILL gave him shit about going home sick.
Umm, eww? Let the poor guy go home. Puking, when it absolutely MUST occur, should always be at home. No public puking whenever possible.
::sigh:: Were I only a female…
Happy Birthday taxi, scout and draelin! Wahoooo! Thirty’s not so bad. It’s a couple three years later when those little bastige wrinkles around your eyes start showing up, that’s what stings. No matter how you spend your twenties, spend them. Don’t do like me and have an unspent youth. It’s very difficult to goof around and work full time. I had to go out and buy the big day planner just to fit it all in properly.
Now I want lumpia. There’s a place here that serves filipino food (I don’t live thirty miles into the desert with no phone or cable anymore scout. We’ve got a Quizno’s now y’know. Biiiig time!) and I might just go there instead of KFC as planned. Honey BBQ or lumpia?
Aw Swampy, you don’t steal candy from babies. If you do that then you just have a bunch of used candy all covered with drool and teething cracker residue. No, what you gotta do is give the little yard apes *more * candy. That way mumsie and popsie have to deal with junior bouncing off the walls. Three miserable people and no sticky fingers.
Really, I’m kinda disappointed everybody wants to steer clear of me. Being wicked is fun, I swear. Just try a little evil and you’ll see you like it. The first eviltude is free y’know.
Bing! Rolls are done.
Twenty more minutes and then I’m free to go home!
Yahoo!
I picked up the Hubby’s Christmas kitten today. T here are pictures in this thread.
Now I can only hope Hubby falls in love with him.
Wish me luck.
Today was nuts at work, but I’m home now. I’ll try to arrange for wedding dress pics.
Sleepy and want to be fed. Not make dinner- be fed. Big difference.
I am 27 too. I am creakier than I was when I was 25. I hate to think that it’s going to get worse. On the other hand, maybe I will develop into a Mysterious Older Woman. that would be good.
Trying to arrange for dinner out with Quasi-Daughter and Driving Husband. Quasi-Daughter’s family isn’t doing many Christmas presents this year, mostly because QD wasn’t around to do her mom’s Christmas shopping. She usually has the joy of buying and wrapping her own gifts. Very unfair.
Ugh, I just saw the forcast, freezing drizzle and ice overnight tonite. I guess that’s probably the one good thing of getting an overnight shift tomorrow night, no icy sliding into work tomorrow morning. Got to mark down all of the toys for the after christmas clearance, you know.
AWWWW… picu what a kee-yooote widdle kitty him is!
I got a free haircut! See, haircut guy is a good friend. After he cut my hair he said Merry Christmas, this one’s on me! Of course he’ll be at my house New Year’s Day scarfin’ down all my vittles, so I figure it all works out. Still, free haircut. YAY!
swampy, glad the pot arrived safely. You were so subtle in your admiration of it, I just knew I had to send it to you.
Yes, I’m in Ocala, safe and sound. I didn’t record our time to the second, but here’s a quick and dirty summary:
Departed MD around 4:30 PM Weds
Stopped in Roanoke Rapids for food (burger for me, burrito for him)
Continue driving to Fayetteville NC where we stopped around 9:30 for the night.
Back on the road 6:15 AM Thurs
Stop for breakfast an hour later
Stop for fuel a couple hours after that
Stop for a snack an hour or so later
Potty stop at FL welcome center around 12:30-ish
Arrive at destination somewhere near 3:15 this afternoon
Total time in auto-related activities: about 14 hours
Actual driving time: Closer to 12.5 hours
Traffic wasn’t bad, and the weather was nice the whole way. We’ve had dinner and I’m pooped. I think I’ll sleep well tonight.
You guys decide who won. I’m going to see if there’s more of the chocolate dessert left…
Say taxi, would you be up for me joining you in NYC next week? I was just in downtown Manhattan all day today, and I wouldn’t mind a whirlwind tour of mid- to uptown. And I’d like to meet Draelin too! 
FCM glad you mad it safe and sound.
Did I win? Did I win? I never win nuthin’…
I made (chicken/sausage/shrimp) gumbo for dinner. I rule. That’s what Tom said, anyway.