Some things should be kept to ourselves.
I haven’t even thought about lunch.
66?? It’s not even 66 in my apartment! It’s 27 degrees outside here and 18 in Minnesota where I may be moving. What am I thinking?? I should be moving down south so I can complain that I’m cold when it’s 66 too! 
::scoots closer to generic gay MMPer.::
Alsoooooo, I’m about to fire up the Mystery Machine. It’s a computer that I got for free, and have no idea what’s in it. Here goes nothing… I’ll report back in a bit. (I would be able to fire them both up at the same time, but I only have one monitor power cable… 2 monitors, keyboards, mice, everything else, though.)
taxi, hon, see what strange things luurve will do to ya! 
welby, beg pardon. Honestly, I’d rather be busy.
Well, let me know. I know where Wyle is. The GF used to work at a resataurant in that neighborhood. (Hopefully, the old owners will have reclaimed it soon, so she can go back to working there, making money doing something she likes.) And our company is always doing busy with commands at the CG facility in P-Town.
Oh goody - more snow on the way tomorrow night. Most of the area could get up to 10". We’re below the line that says 1-3" wintry mix. That means ice and stuff. Swell.
Who ordered winter so early this year??
Same people who ordered fall so late? 
Back later.
GT
Hmm… No word from **cb ** about the new pooter?
I am stunned. Literally stunned. Why I am I stunned? I am stunned (stunned count =4) because I did not think of doing this myself. I love egg nog. I live by chocolate. Their union can only serve to create the Elixir of Life for which alchemists searched for centuries in vain. Rest assured I will be making this and consuming it this holiday season.
You can join me under the mistletoe anytime you want, Kyth.
No fair…Spatial (may I call you Spatial?) beat me to the praise for the eggnog recipe. It sounds wonderful.
Yeah, donkeybear, taunt us with promises of the computer of mystery and don’t report back or anything…
Very cute kids, Ellen. They look just like one of those picture frame sets of kids that you never find in real life.
Back from running errands. Got boxes for cookies that will go in the mail first thing next week. And a fleece jacket (reversible!) for Mom. And Sudafed. And various food items that are going with me to Far-Away Best Friend’s later this month. And shoes (didn’t need them desperately, but they were cute, comfortable and $22.99).
Puggy, if you keep complaining about how “cold” it is, the cold-weather contingent of the MMP will be landing on your doorstep seeking refuge.
It’s supposed to be 13 Merkin degrees tonight, which appears to translate to -11 Furrin degrees. That nice weather.com says it’s currently 16 [sup]o[/sup] (-9[sup]o[/sup]) but feels like 8[sup]o[/sup] (-13[sup]o[/sup]). Although I didn’t think it felt that awful, prolly cuz it’s not very windy.
Oh, and thanks for the recipe, Lissla. I tend to improvise strata too, but wanted to make sure there weren’t any magic ingredients I hadn’t thought of.
Gotta go throw the last load of laundry in the washer - finally!!!
GT
He was wearing full motorcycle leathers. He also fell off his bike while doing about 100mph, and skidded on his front. That will tear through leather pretty damn fast. It was Quasi-Daughter’s favourite story for about three weeks. She liked to say “Degloved his groin” to make all the guys flinch. Medical professionals sometimes make for gross friends.
Before she went to university she liked to tell her “I puked up a bucketfull of snot” and “My barium swallow test” stories. Now she has better, even more revolting ones.
Fricking freezing here. -15 with windchill last night. I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to be that cold until January.
I repeat: ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch !!!
Please tell Quasi-Daughter that we need her to find some sweet, heartwarming non-horrifying stories. 
GT
Well, she could talk about the advanced dementia patients at her first posting. They were… well, not sweet, actually.
(Venting)
Argh argh argh argh! I spent three hours at the mall today, looking for a black floor or ankle length plain dress. They don’t exist. In desperation I bought a nice black taffeta top to wear with a floorlength black taffeta skirt I already have. I thought the important things were black, sleevelss, floorlength.
Nope. Just got an email from the bride. Separates are not permitted. The other bridesmaids will be resentful if I wear separates. Resentful?
Everything else in stores is either cocktail length or covered with sequins or both.
I am making her a fricking wedding dress over Christmas while working full time. Yes, I had three month to do it in, but I knew she was going to gain weight, so I didn’t do the cutting out. This leaves me with two weeks to make the damn thing, plus Christmas shopping, plus the fact that I’m sure she’s going to get all “oh I don’t know does this look good on me I’m too fat I want something else” on the day before the wedding.
:bangs head against wall:
I need vodka. Right now I’m seriously considering saying I won’t be in the bridal party as I can’t find a dress and I’m not qualified for bridesmaiding, anyway, since I’m married. I didn’t even know what day I was supposed to @#$$% show up until tonight.
I’m sick. Sick, sick, sick. It started about 3PM yesterday and has only gotten worse. Fever, shuddering chills, aches all over. I spent the last 13 hours in bed. Got home, ate some chicken soup, went upstairs and went to sleep. I have to be up right now to call in sick from work, then I’m going back up.
supervenusfreak bought me orange juice last night, though. I have a good boyfriend.
Do you have an odd compunction to sit on a wire and shit all over anyone who walks underneath?
Hope you feel better soon, dude…
Me. I’d rather be cold than hot. If it’s cold, I can always put on some long underwear. If it’s hot, I can only take off so much before someone calls the cops.
Exgineer, please whip something up to take care of this.
Thanks, I’ll send along some beer when you’re finished.
Only if it’s consensual…
Thankee much, sir!
I was thinking more along the lines of bird flu… :smack:
See, I dunno why anyone would WANT to come to Flawduh when it’s cold (61 degrees), rainy and gloomy. That’d be like going to Aspen or Vail during a heat wave, no?
welby, that’s a very scary link…even if I’ll probably be gone to heck by then.
What’s to become of us? If the squirrels don’t get us, the asteroid will. 
lissla, don’t say nuttin and just show up in the separates. What’s Bridezilla gonna do?
bobbio, you weren’t the only one to think of bird flu…especially with a name like jay jay. Think he could be the crossover carrier?? :eek:
Nothing else to report this morning.
Tupug