Off to downtown. Silk chiffon, buttons, needles, pins. Right.
Is it Thursday yet? Thursday is my Friday.
Tomorrow evening after work I’ll take the kids to the mall so they can do their Christmas shopping, plus I’ll finish up the three I need to buy. On Friday I’ll pick up my roast beast and the rest of the dinner trimmings; wrap presents, and clean like a madwoman. Which reminds me, I need to buy wrapping paper; I’m out.
For all you travelers out there; have a safe trip.
My dog likes to have, at the very least, his nose sticking out of an open car window. He’s kind of jumpy when he first gets in the vehicle and has to run from window to another, but then he finally calms down.
I need to look at my work e-mail now.
Good to know. I found one in my desk at work last week that I’d bought about a year and a half ago when on vacation in Georgia/South Carolina.
I don’t dare bring it home - DH would probably start swelling up just by osmosis with that much pecan in the house.
Why do they put post offices near shopping malls? Are they trying to concentrate traffic mayhem? I had to make like a salmon and fight my way through a mile-long backup of cars trying to get to the mall yesterday. I wanted a big sign to wave saying “Let me in! I’m not cutting in line! I just need to get to the post office!”
I got to the PO and found a line out the door. Not sure how they got there, as I had no problem parking there. Perhaps a tour bus dropped them off? Happily, this PO has one of the new self-serve machines. I just walked right to it, plopped my box of legal docs on it, punched in the ZIP, selected a speed of delivery, swiped a credit card and looked at the line of shuffling box-kickers while the thing printed the postage. Dropped the box through the slot next to the machine and got the heck out of Dodge before anyone in that line realized that I’d used freely-available technology to be in and out in less than a minute.
Who was it here that recently got a front-load washer and dryer? Was it the FCFamily?
Whoever it was - if your washer shakes like mad when it goes into the hyperdrive final spin, try stuffing a wad of bubble wrap between the machines. Mine was setting off sympathetic vibrations in the dryer and making quite a racket. A chunk of bubbles between them produced instant quiet.
I’m off to review about 1600 pages of thick, heavy, dry, boring, intensely technical minutae. Yes, I’m “boning up” for a CISSP exam. Ugh.
I made meatloaf for dinner last night. It was tres yum. As were the stuffed peppers the night before. This is a good food week.
And tomorrow’s my birthday! Doing pizza for dinner with my cross-stitching friends. And double cake because the cross-stitch folks will have cake for me, and we’re having cake at work for the two of us who have birthdays tomorrow. Do the rest of you meet lots of people who share your birthday? There were 3 of us in high school, plus a friend of my parents, plus someone in my stats class in college, plus a coworker now… the list just goes on and on. Maybe it’s me.
I love me some pecan logs. I made sure when I was in the South that I picked some up. I could really go for one for my birthday…
Before I forget …
Happy Birthday Taxi & Scout!!!
And for those of you who are unaware (though I’ve been sure to tell just about everyone I can think of), Saturday is my THIRTIETH birthday. So everybody under 30, be sure to cross me off the list of trustworthy people on Saturday morning at 9:02 a.m. Eastern time. 
**HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALL THE BIRTHDAY GIRLS![/B]
Drae, thirty isn’t old! It can’t be old! I’m ONLY 41 and I’m not old! Also, I am very trustworthy, so you must be too.
I hope you all enjoy your birthdays and may the coming year bring all of you health and happiness.
I remember driving by different Stuckey’s when I went out on the road with my husband. He was an OTR truck driver at the time. He talked about the pecan logs, but we never stopped and got one. Thank goodness. They sound sorta, um, gross.
Frankly, the best truck stop restaurants were the Petros. Of course, this was way back in 1989. Maybe things have changed. I saw my first ever flying cockroach when stopped at a truck stop in Louisiana. I am not usually squeamish when it comes to bugs, but these grossed me out.
Oh! I forgot to ask how welby and Bumba are doing today!
Are you feeling better?
I’m pretty sure I’m still trustworthy, but my best friend, at a mere 26, has been mocking me for over a month now. 
Pffffftttt…your friend is a mere child! What does a 26 year old know?
Thanks, Drae, back atcha.
Hey, wait, you’ve mentioned the Pecan Log twice! Now I get it! It’s a hint! You want me to stop and get one and send it to you!! Sorry for being so dense. Consider it sent, sugah! Happy New Year, y’all!
Actually it’s a subliminal message meant to get you to buy a Stuckey’s Pecan Log and send it to scout. We’ve been plotting this for weeks and weeks.
I have a substantial air gap between the washer and dryer - about a foot, in fact. It serves a dual purpose - I can keep my detergents, bleach, and softener there, plus I can open the washer door all the way and still not block the dryer.
Yeah, we coulda switched the two around, but that would put the washer farther from the water and the drain, and the dryer farther from the vent opening. So it works well as it is. And I gotta say, the platform that they sit on is a back saver! I love having the openings about waist level!
But I don’t have scout’s address, but I do have yours… <snerk> Beware of packages from Maryland!
Happy B-day to taxi and scout!!
One of my closer friends from junior high was also a Dec 22 baby. I wonder what became of her? Haven’t seen her since '81…
I am not ignoring all the birthday MMPers, by the way. I am just waiting until the proper days to serenade all of you is all.
I don’t think we’ll ever be out of wrapping paper. There is a bag of it in the garage. There is one of those big plastic storage boxes up in the attic that has a few rolls in it (found it while looking for outside tacky this past weekend), there are infinity minus 1 rolls in the old trunk in the living room that we use as a coffee table (and I have spilt real coffee on the trunk) and GF bought a half dozen rolls yesterday. I’m betting that we have as many rolls of wrapping paper as swampy has rolls of terlit tissue. No lie.
Me too Sean! We have so much wrapping paper I’m not allowed to buy any more. Apparently I had it stuffed all over the old house, and when we moved it all was coalesced and EGADS it was discovered I had amassed a vast storehouse full of it. Not to mention he also had a good supply. So–we’re good for wrapping until about 2011, I’d say.
Thanks for the birthday wishes everybody!