Well, here’s the dealie - my best friend lives real close to Skokie, so I can do a “two birds” thing - hang out with her for a bit during the day and meet you for dinner or drinks. Wednesday the 16th is most doable for me. If you’ve already got plans for Tuesday and Friday, and I’ve got plans for Thursday (a St. Pat’s thingie way-the-hell up in Crystal Lake, a/k/a nowhere near Skokie). How’s Wednesday for you?
No one getting married anytime soon in my family, so no excuses to get basted and make an ass out of myself. Okay, I don’t need to get all lubed up to do that, my wife says it happens on a fairly regular basis, but she stays around anyway.
Rue- my Lucy dog should probably go to the doggie dentist soon as well, she can reek at times. My concern at present is that she is becoming a little plump around the edges, but she doesn’t care for the cold much, so the winter is not conducive to her waistline. (do dogs actually have a waistline?) And that promise of 50 degrees is not ringing true yet, but as you know already, the people of weather around here are regularly clueless.
I could never really be a good henchman, I just don’t take orders to well. It has always seemed that the henchmen could easily clean the clock of the person controlling them, and that always bothered me. Yeah sure, the guy pulling the strings is always supposed to have the brains over brawn advantage, but given the ineptitude of most villainy characters, who knows. The only way I’d ever be a henchman is if the person over me was too intimidating for me to ever take a crack at.
I just realized I am Mrs. Striker’s henchman.
That’s as it should be, Theodore.
I wouldn’t hench well because I get distracted and bored listening to complicated instructions. I am Person Most Likely To Be Killed By A Hand Blender Because I didn’t Read The Instructions. On second thought, isn’t that one of the responsibilities of henching? Being clueless? Maybe I can do it after all!
Thanks, swampy. I am never wearing a bias-cut clingy lavender dress ever again. I had to duct tape my damn bra on so it wouldn’t show. And wearing lavender hurt my dignity. The next wedding party I’m likely to be in, I’ve been told I can wear black.
I am in my mid twenties, which means all my bloody friends are getting married. By the time I’m 30 I will be ready to kill at the sight of a pastel dress. Wait. I already am.
I used to have henchmen and minions. It was a grand life, one that warmed the very cockles of my heart. And even, sometimes, deeper than that - into the sub-cockle region.
Alas, now I am the minion. And I thought advancing in position in life was a natural law.
Well, I guess I got the first fortune cookie this week. Roundboy, the guy in the cubicle on the other side of The Trollop, didn’t want it after his lunch today.
Never forget a friend,
especially if he owes you.
Lucky numbers 1, 4, 7, 17, 24, 29
Or was it him?
Nah Shibb, my money’s still on Luca Brasi, the man knew his place, and when he went for money over loyalty, he was dispatched accordingly. When I think of henchman, he’s the first that pops into my mind.
Lissla, I’ve known my place for years, but have progressed from lackey to henchman. See, pre-Ministrikers, I was a typical lackey, just do menial services for the boss such as foot massages, various errands, and picking up the pizza on the way home from work. But with kids, I have had to take on a greater scope of duties, like enforcing bedtimes and room cleanliness policies with direct threats to the well being of said Ministrikers if they do not obey. But this is a double edged sword you see. If I carry out my orders successfully, then I gain the approval of the boss, but I risk alienating the little ones. However, if I do not complete my assigned tasks, then I risk severe punishment from the Mrs., and while possibly gaining favor with the Mini’s, I may lose their respect and fear for me.
You see, this henchman business is an all or nothing proposition. If you fail too dramatically, you can never go back to being a common lackey, you are kicked out of the family entirely, with a possibility that you will be replaced. However, you cannot have your own underlings until they have grown up a bit, and even then, they have to be carefully groomed by assigning minor tasks like letting the dog in and out. Being a henchman can be a daunting balancing act that takes years of practice and devotion to even begin to master, and is not for the faint of heart, or slow of mind.
I am the boss, Mr. Taters , is the henchman, and the kiddos are the minions, or sometimes my mini-henchmen. Just ask. If the kids are asked who the boss is, they always say it’s me.
However, the hubby is lacking in some of the henchmen duties such as foot rubbing and massaging stiff shoulders, etc. I will have to crack the whip, I’m sure.
In the gaming world, the hubby has several minions and one one is a succubus. She likes to smack herself on her rear and make a little noise of enjoyment. She is very scantily attired as well. She is his favorite minion.
scout and I are firming up our plans to meet next week. I’m looking forward to meeting a MMP’er in person! We have agreed to meet at a Mexican food place (mmmmmm, I like Mexican food).
I will be Straight Dope-less next week and will miss the MMP 
. Ah, the sacrifices one must make to make a buck!
I’m completely hench-less, giving or receiving. Of course, since I live alone I guess I am Queen of My Castle which is damn fine in its own way.
But BSMF gives a mean massage, so maybe he’s applying for the position of henchman.
Wednesday the 16th would be superrific! Is you email in your profile? I can email you the details of my wherebouts and stuff so we can make plans. Obviously I rely upon your knowledge of edible edibles in the greater Skokie area.
ACK. I just this minute got a call from the WryGuy at work - we’re closing on our mortgage at 6:30PM next Wednesday night. Email me anyway (it’s in the profile) and let’s see if we can finagle something alternate. At the very least I can point you in the direction of decent eats!
Since this one seems sooooooo tailor-made for me:
<snerk> IN BED! <snerk>
AWWW! See, this is one of those sad/happy things. I’m sad cause I was all yippee over gettin’ to meet LifeOnWry for dinner and happy cause I’m all yippee about the mortgage closing. Congrats on the house! YIPPEEE!!! We’ll figure out something I am sure.
I ain’t got a lot to say today (yeah write down on your calendars), 'cept that my model railroad club is having it’s annual dinner tonight at a Chinese buffet. I should have a pocketfull of fortunes to snerk over tomorrow…
Hey, I thought I was the only one who counted herself older, Lissla. Which is not fun because I do *not * relish aging. I’ve never been carded because I didn’t buy alcohol when I looked young enough to be carded and now that I do buy the stuff I’m an old hag (these things are not related right?).
I might take the henchperson job, but only with an option to move up to evil vixen and eventually have a super villainess franchise of my own.
For some reason I really want to make corned beef and cabbage for St Patrick’s day. Sure it’s not authentic, but I haven’t had it since I left home, plus I could make it my crock pot right? Does anyone have a good recipe? Maybe foodtv has something…
And of course dogs have waistlines. Otherwise how would you know where to place the tu-tu?
I’m definitely not hench material but I think I could wench pretty good what since I got dark curly “wench” hair, green eyes, and a smart mouth. Bonkin’ drunken lackeys and minions on the bean with a club would be fun I think.
My dogs apparently don’t have waistlines. No tutus either, although my old boy pug wears a belly band but that’s cause all his marbles aint zactly spherical anymore and he sometimes forgets he’s not outside.
Speaking of dogs, bob, I was fascinated to read that you did boxer rescue. I flunked rescue 101 (hence the chihuahua) so I applaud anyone who has the fortitude to do it.
Here’s a scary story for swampy :
I had my cousins visiting this past weekend. Turns out I had…run…out…of…TOILET PAPER! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (I never use that bathroom - how would I know?)
I also ran out of napkins - and paper towels. But on the plus side, they had clean towels!
Now no one is ever going to come and visit me from this board, are they?
Susan
I don’t have a recipe, but I’m planning to just throw it all in the crock pot and let it cook all day. If you find a recipe, could you post the link and/or email me? Thanks!!
So, erm, what did they use? Or did they just wander out to find you, trouser-cuffed, asking for a new roll?