::waits patiently in bushes::
I could do that (which I am (currently) doing), but I wouldn’t want (and you wouldn’t, either) for me to run out of parentheses. (We can both agree that it would be a disaster, right?)
The only way you’re ever going to get to see me in such pants is if you’re also wearing such pants. Given that I don’t think that it would ever happen, you don’t get to see me in such pants. (Also, how would you not fit into them if I can? I’m the one with a 38-40 inch waist…)
Hey, I’ve got some ironing that needs doin’ - mind if I add it to your stack?? 
Given that my laundry room is chock full of shirts that need ironing, I might not even notice. Remember how I said I have a lot of shirts? Well, it’s been almost three months since I ironed and I still have shirts in my closet to wear. I needs to iron so I can decide what I might need to get rid of before somebody has a fit.
donkeybear 38-40 waist? It is to laugh. Compared to me you are svelte.
Same here. I’d rather endure another four days hashing over minute trivial details for a Sarbanes Oxley audit.
I’m highly amused about one of the “reviews” at the top mentioning guys who go to IML. We’re REALLY not the kind that would wear those things!
Expect large package of wrinkled clothing via UPS from anonymous address. When finished with ironing, call this number (--****, invisible to all except the ironing bear), and return address will then be revealed to you. You may then proceed to the next PitStop.
Hey, I think I just concocted a (rather boring) episode of The Amazing Race!
oooooh…someone to do my ironing? Thanks swampy.
Bobbio, that rub-a-dub-dub grace was one of the ones I forgot.
Those shorts are just…erm…lurvely. I’m sure there are several MMPers who would look ::searches for diplomatic descriptor:: stunning in them.
I’m eating improvised chicken-tomato-bean-barley soup. Leftover spaghetti sauce, chicken broth from a can, leftover navy beans (can’t even remember what I used the first part of the can for) and some barley (only because I came across barley before I found rice). Tastes pretty good together.
Yay, Drae on getting the cool bell tower. I’m sure the spiral staircases will provide some logistical challenges, but the place really looks TOO COOL.
Which reminds me. The new neighbor’s mover asked me where I got the word “cool” from. I’ve been using the word “cool” since sometime in the 60s, I think. I work with people who say “cool” as well. But the mover’s question was kind of disconcerting. So my question for MMPers is: Do I talk funny?
Also, important piece of information: Kevin Bacon is running for re-election. I’m pretty sure it’s not that Kevin Bacon, but I wonder if he’s been elected solely due to his name. (He’s running for some office that I didn’t take note of in one of the northeast suburbs; there are signs all over the place.)
Message for Rue: please check in. Otherwise Ellen Cherry and I, who are, I believe, the geographically closest MMPers to you, will need to come and find you. This will prove a challenge as we (or at least I) don’t have your actual name or address, but we are resourceful.
GT (who needs to get a bunch of stuff done tonight and is therefore procrastinating as well as angling for this week’s prize for most frequent use of the work “MMPers”…)
Yep, that deYoung–got paint on my hands and sawdust in my shoes. It is a very, very nice venue for museum, and the permanent collection is well spending time with. My only difficulty was that the art, especially the sculpture, but the paintings as well, are displayed without any protective covering or even lines on the floor to stay behind. I have this habit of petting anything I’m attracted to (I’m a very tactile person) and I had to keep my hands in my pockets (a habit my mother hates and has tried for years (unsuccessfully) to get me to stop) just to keep from touching all the pretty things. And one security guard.
Did someone say something about parentheses? Ha! I say. I dare say that if you were to check all my posts that are over two or three sentences in length (anf that would account for the majority of my posts for some reason), you would scarcely find one without the presious little brackets.
Drae, the bell tower does indeed sound cool, although you will need to get use to jokes aobut having any bats in your belfrey. Just be sure to lay in a ggod supply of oil before those pesky Christmas carolers start coming around (with an affectionate not to Charles Addams).
Thanks all for the welcome back and the thoughts about Molly.
swampy I love you, too.
Spelling! I don’t need no stinking spelling. :smack:
I had a very busy and productive day at work. I turned in turned in two due outs early, making my boss happy. He liked my new charts too. The bonus was that he didn’t ask for them, I just did them because I really think we need to be looking at our data in a different way than we have in the past.
The second due out was my support form. I had until Friday to turn it in, but I was sick of rewriting and editing it. Hopefully he doesn’t think it’s a bunch of horseshit and gives me a good performance appraisal.
I worked on and completed other tasks as well, but the above two were giving me fits. I hate to have stuff hanging over my head.
I iron as I need the clothes. Don’t get me wrong, I try to put the clothes away so they don’t wrinkle, but some things just need pressing, and that’s all there is to it.
My husband came back to his ramp (sort of like the office) today, to see one of his workmates clothes and belongings sitting on the hood of his car. Apparently, the guy’s girlfriend kicked him out. The poor guy is in for a very unpleasant surprise when he comes back to park his semi for the night. 
:eek:
I’m very happy to hear that FCD is doing well and that things are progressing as they should.
Drae, your new digs will be very cool come Halloween time. Think of the cool decorating you could do. I know it’s too late for this year, but you have plenty of time to plan for next year. Yeah, like I should talk. I have nary a decoration out.
Since my kids are too old to trick or treat, they have been tasked with handing out the candy. My son wants to sit outside, like a stuff straw man, hold the candy bowl and scare people when they come to take candy out of the bowl.
I guess I better think about what I’m fixing for dinner now.
You can use the rest of my day’s ration of parentesisii (is too a word. see? it’s right there where I wrote it). Only it looks like I need to borrow a cup of question marks.
Do it! Do it! Only remember you’re Charlie Brown all grown up and the eyeholes are in some interesting spots these days. Pervy Peanuts! Otherwise, the hurricane idea sounds good.
Me, I’m gonna be a demon, specifically Lillith. I’ve got the cloven hoof high heels, the red haircolor, and the homemade horns from last year, so this time I’m adding a tail. Did you know that a lot of people don’t know a pitchfork from a trident? I’ve only collected one barbie head so the necklace needs to wait till next year.
I don’t suppose **The Pansy Man ** would be a good name, huh? Very politically incorrect (and befuzzly) maybe. Or not. It’s so very confusing these days. Where’s that Guide to Gay Steven gave me?
Draelin, why on earth did the tower owners sell? Maybe the tower is haunted and they’re fleeing to non-ghostified quarters. OooOoOOoH!
Hey, what’s this big ol’ truck parked out back? gotpasswords– hmmm? My cousin locked his keys in his truck when he got out to open our gate. The truck was still running! Luckily I save every key I ever lay my hands upon and since it had belonged to me, I had the key. Being a packrat works. Anybody want a key to the GMC hatchback I drove in highschool? The license spelled out YUCK.
Kalley, when you go to museums maybe you can hold your hands behind your back. Still doesn’t keep the museum security guys from getting as jumpy as Barney Fife. What can I say? You have to get close to see what’s going on!
I gardened some this weekend and work is getting more horrible, exponentially, every day. Anybody want to be a sugar daddy? I would make a wonderful kept woman, I promise.
Well, you guys are in for an unsatisfying conclusion to the cb story.
We told you last episode that cb had invited AGNM to his dorm room. This did, indeed, happen. Then the two had interesting conversations about all sorts of things, and then AGNM was informed that cb didn’t think that things were working out. cb felt that although AGNM was attractive and intelligent, there was no chemistry or anything. Thankfully, it was broken off before the two got too far into a feelingless relationship.
cb still feels bad, though, despite the fact that he knows that it was really for the better.
Say Swampy, it occures to me that wearing a white sheet over your head in your neck of the woods might attract the wrong kind of attention, I’m jest sayin’.
Bumba, I think the only problem is when he wears a pillowcase over the head in addition to the sheet. Ithink that’s the proper uniform you’re thinking of.
cb don’t know what to say, except never feel bad about ending a relationship that’s got no potential before it even starts. Otherwise, next thing you know you’ve been married 15 years and finding out that your SO has been stepping out on you, and not paying any bills (including car insurance and the mortgage) while you are deployed.
Now Bumba that kind of outfit has a hood and cloak. Mine would just be a white sheet with eye (and maybe other) holes cut out. I still might do it just cause it’s so unoriginal it could be fun.
‘Member how I mentioned ACBG is runnin’ away this weekend? This made me very unhappy cause he knew this was party weekend. However, I’ll get over it. If’n he wants to go hang around his family for a few days that’s his choice. So, I’ll be an ironin’ bachelor. I still get to go party on Saturday night, so there’s that.
Did I ever tell y’all about the trash bag outfit I wore one year? It was two huge white trash bags, one on top and one on bottom. What was I? Why, white trash, of course!
Ironing is one chore that I really don’t mind. Did quite a bit of it when I was a kid. You can do it whilst watching TV and you don’t get dirty or sweaty.
donkeybear, I think it’s nice that you still feel bad even though you did the right thing. It shows you care about other people’s feelings and that’s nice.
taters, I forgot to tell you before that I think your costume picture was totally “bewitching!”
Still unseasonably cool here and I am not ready for it. This is more like January weather. It is supposed to be downright balmy this time of year…so…CUT IT OUT!
(I am such a hothouse flower.)
Tupug
Puggy I hear ya! It was 38 this morning. :eek: This is not normal. Of course it’ll probably be highs in the low 80s by early next week, but still it ain’t supposed to be this cold yet. Cut it out!
donkeybear I forgot to comment earlier, but good for you. It’s hard to do that but better you were honest. Ya done good grasshopper. If I leave the ironing board, iron, the shirts and an extension cord (there’s an outside plug in just around the corner from the bushes) will you do some ironing while stalking me? It’d be a big help.
I feel absolutely useless this morning. Don’t wanna do any work. Don’t wanna! Don’t wanna! Don’t wanna!
The bosses at Technical Thingies, Inc are buying steaks for everyone for lunch today!
Yea bosses!
It didn’t feel haunted, and nobody told us to get out while we were in there. But if nasty Episcopalian ghosties want to mess with us, they’ll find themselves up against not one but two pagan priestesses. I hear exorcism isn’t that difficult. 
Nope. Will you leave a tall glass of lemonade in the bushes so that I can watch you spend hours ironing?
I was so productive at work yesterday that I don’t feel like doing a damn thing here today. This, of course, is wrong and I will do something productive…in just a bit. I do have a couple of meetings to go to as well. I’m just in a “meh” kinda of mood, I guess.
I do need to clean up my work station, sheesh. I can’t stand it. I was so busy trying to get caught up from being on jury duty and trying to meet all my other due outs that things have just sorta exploded on my workstation. I don’t like it. Nope, not at all. Maybe I’ll do that.
My daughter informed me that her class advisor wants to meet with me sometime this week or next. I guess I must have given her a funny look because she said “Don’t get all freaked out, Mom. He meets with all the parents.” So, I guess this will be interesting. I haven’t really had any conference or anything of that sort with any of her teachers since she was in sixth grade. She’s in tenth grade now.
Oh! Before I forget. Time for some braggin’ on my daughter. My daughter very casually informed me that her English teacher told her she should be in a AP English class. Her teacher told also told her that she a had a very good a mature writing style. My daughter’s reaction? “P.fffft…what I write is crud! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Maybe I’ll talk to her advisor about that. I told my daughter it would look much better on her high school transcripts to have more of the higher level classes. I guess we’ll see what happens.
Well, I best do something productive for work now.