March Madness at work continues… And nary a basketball in sight :rolleyes:
And it’s about to turn into April Craziness, too… :eek:
Everyone – TLD(have the time to)R 
Hugs, yays, boos as appropriate.
OK – some of the hugs may be inappropriate. You know who you are 
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At home.
Pills popped.
Feel free to take advantage of my short time in an altered state.
And GOODD MOOOOOOOORNING!
Bad night for sleeping. I woke up after about 4 hours and had to visit the bathroom. Then I woke up 2 1/2 hours later having an anxiety attack and sure that something was terribly wrong. So far so good, though, I guess. Usually I wake up to sudden fears that something is wrong with one of my grandparents. (They are 78 and 79.)
So, anyways, I’m very tired this morning and don’t want to go to work. Did I mention that I could have actually slept in this morning but due to the above and my damn back aching I didn’t. Interestingly enough, though, when I was reading about plantar fasciitis it said that due to prolonged pain it can change the way that you walk and throw the rest of your body out of whack. I’m hoping that this is the reason that my back always hurts when I try to sleep and that getting the new orthotic will correct the problem.
Enough complaining for now, I need to do some invoices and also find my tax return from last year. Apparently my accountant didn’t keep a copy for himself. :smack: :dubious:
Oh yeah, sorry beebs, too edgy and tired right now to take advantage of you. Maybe you could email me some of your pills, though, and I’d feel better.
Oh oh… Beebs is in an altered state! :eek: 
Morning, all; up and caffienating here. Earlier than yesterday, but still on the late side. Ah well. One day closer to Firday, right? Happy Thursday!
{{{{{{MBG}}}}}}
Good morning, dear Mumpers! I’ve been awake for a while, but reluctant to get up. I’m trying to get motivated. Need to do that soon, since I have an 8:30 meeting. Arghhhhhh.
Hope things start looking up soon, MBG.
Feel better fast, beebs!
GT
Yes, forgot to say this earlier while wallowing in my own self-pity…
{{{MBG}}}
Dammit, Rigs, your queen bitch skunk claimed a victim today.
Some dude rolled his car several times after getting off the road on the right side, and flipped it into the trees on the left. All within a quarter mile of where I saw that damned skunk Tuesday.
Police and fire, but no ambulance, and he was on the side of the road with a couple of cops talking on his cell phone, so I presume he was unhurt. The crotch of his pants weren’t shredded, either. This was in Virginny, so no rescue tale to tell.
Off to find brekkie and caffeine.
“Cunnilingus” is
hard to count the syllables.
And no fun for me.
It’s a preference,
Some like boobs, and some like butts.
Personally I…
A hairy beaver
Works all day to block the dam.
What innuendo?
There is a penis
So long it love you long time.
Oh just ignore me.
There’s your TMI, dammit.
:snerk: Those are great beebs! I love your altered state!!!
Mornin’
Crazzzzzy week! Daughter has two major projects due at school and son is working sound for the middle school play, this weekend. Endless practices! Plussss, hubby is out of town for most of the next two weeks.
Arrrrrrggggggh.
I picture this is about what **Beebs **brain is like right now. Wheeeeee!
To both beebs and** flowers ** I say. Wow. That was, um, interesting.
WTF was that?
you have to warn the coffee-less to avoid things like that, y’know
Actually I really can’t tell the difference between beeb’s altered state and his normal state. 
MBG hope things are lookin’ up and you’ll feel better soon. Let us know how it’s goin’ from time to time, ok?
Ok, off to work… grumblegrumblegrumble… later Y’all!
Just a drive-by…
Hi everybody!
Definitely not the Ontario Nappanee, Labeless. No Amish around there, just my inlaws and a reservation where said inlaws buy cigarettes.
Not my MIL, my SIL. Who might be coming to the baptism. Won’t that be interesting. If her kid brings his hockey stick to church, I will confiscate and break it.
Apparently Mr. Lissar is sick again. He’s still in bed. We’re up, and Nat is doing Important Kicking Exercises. Mr. Lissar being sick means I’ve got someone to hold the baby while I thoroughly clean the fridge. :rolleyes: It needs to be done, and QD was too busy organizing the pantry to get to it.
I know, I’m spoiled. She really enjoys cleaning, though. Mr. Lissar had to hold her back from doing the closets. She was making frantic bumble bee buzzing noises, and trying to get around him to start.
She does actually make those noises, too. When she’s working she buzzes quietly and happily, and when she wants something she buzzes loudly.
I just talk to cats, stuffed animals, and the baby, and pretend they all talkl back. Since Nat’s beginning to babble he’s sort of ruining it.
That Nappanee is a few miles south of South Bend, dear. If you ever get there.
:: holds head in hands :: Ugh, why did I come to work today? I sound like death and I feel like Jello.
Nice haikus, beebs. Although I have to agree with swampy - you seem perfectly normal to me.
That sounds more like the opussum squad to me. Bitch skunks from hell don’t waste time with rollovers–not enough pain you know. They like to watch as the life ebbs slowly from their victims in a trickle of blood and regret.
Sorry, wrong animal. You’ll know when the BSFH strikes.
Soooo…sleeeeeepy this morning. Must go get another cuppa.
mbg, whassup???
li-li, I’m noticing you are posting much earlier now that you have the organic alarm clock.
beebs, how’s the buzz this morning?
Heh, I’m readin in the “clique” thread that the MMPers have intimidating backstories. If they only knew how truly mundane we actually are. Oh, and all you lurkers, we’re happy to 'splain anything you don’t know about. Like alla li-li’s hubbies for example. And then there’s “cockies and beer.”
Carry on, all, while I wander off for that coffee.
Tupug