Hmm. I’m almost 28, so you might be a little old to be my cute young thing. But if you’re really cute, you could get away with it.
You’re silly swampy…heee. Made me laugh.
Sorry about the demise of your washer, rigs. At least it sounds like you’ve successfully replaced it.
Gee, Spats, I just happen to have re-stocked the chocolate last night. When can I expect you to stop by to clean house?
dogb, I think your answers to Lissla’s questionnaire are … hmmmm…very interesting. Have you considered getting help? 
Oh…and here’s a muffin. They turned out quite yummy; needed maybe a little more cheese, but I figure I can toast them and put a thin slice of cheddar on them.
Sounds like you had a nice day, FCM. I’ll bet Robert is having a really nice time. Can’t believe the “no more games on the Internet” story. I hear they’ve removed the message boards, too. :rolleyes: Wouldn’t his friends have set him straight eventually? Geeeeez.
I can’t remember the last time I found a dress that I liked, Rebo. Seems like all the styles at the moment are ones I really don’t like. Seems like it’s about time for stuff I like to start cycling back through.
Back from fun, but tiring, day of eating too much at brunch (everything was yummy) and then touring several gardens. Very pretty. But it got quite warm and the last garden was very sunny. It felt really nice to go inside for snacks.
We also stopped by a nursery where I bought more plants. (Because, really, I didn’t have quite enough!) Got some pretty coleus that are going to share a pot. Also got a prize plant - a penstemon or bearded tongue. Seems like I had one before and it didn’t do really well, but maybe I’m wrong.
Still thinking about what to do next. Maybe a nap?
GT
Well, I look young too. I’m an investment boyfriend. At 50, I’m sure I’ll look a lot closer to 30.
Pretty Young Thing
And I suppose you don’t know what a MILF is, either…
And that would be a shame, seein’ how you’re gonna be opening the Pleasure Dome, and all…
I was a PYT once–no, really, I was. Ah, well–tick tock.
I have worked in the yard most of the day and now my back is killing me. I have been emulating our esteemed <cough> President and clearing some brush in the way back. Thing is, I don’t have any heavy equipment–just me and loppers and clippers. I guess I made a dent. I’m all green etc, but the thought of napalm did cross my mind.
Everyone’s dinner sounds great–I have inadevertently lost weight with this kitchen thing–I really don’t want to clean up stuff, so I end up not eating. What I am lusting after is a Geno’s East pizza…(Chicago style deep dish, for those not from around here).
Screamer girl kept it up all afternoon–how is it fun to scream every 3 minutes? Her’s was a particularly piercing shriek. Got on my nerves no end. Husband and #2 son are out playing baseball. Sun is starting to set–it’s been a good, if financially strained day here. Hope all is well with everyone else.
Now, I know what MILF means. I also know what DILLIGAF means. 
I’m opening the Pleasure Dome? WTF is the pleasure dome and why does it sound vaguely naughty? :eek:
:dubious:
Ohhhhhh.
<gulps>
Maybe I’ll just start clipping coupons. heh.
I don’t know what DILLIGAF is
back from Rosie’s day out. After the pampering (now my toes won’t poke holes in my socks :D) I picked up my friend and we went to Catherine’s[sup]TM[/sup] and I bought 6 summer colorful fun tops. Then we met the 2 guys at the restaurant, had a lovely meal, some laughs, and I am home now. The skies opened up and drenched the area, twice. Fortunately I was sheltered both times. Right now it’s just raining lightly, but we’ve been promised more boomers thru the night.
DILLIGAF=do I look like I give a fuck?
the things I know…off to hot bath and jammies and bed. Sure wish I had a good book, but, I don’t. <sigh>
Maybe I’m an idiot, but I don’t get this Pleasure Dome joke. Something to do with a washing machine? 
Anyway, I should explain about the beach thing. Yesterday I met another intern in a different program that also works for my mentor. She’s younger, just graduated high school, and quite cute. Unfortunately, it seems she has a boyfriend. Fortunately, she invited me to the beach with some of her friends this weekend, so maybe some of them are open to the possibility. Unfortunately, she didn’t call me today. Fortunately, we exchanged phone numbers, so I can call her tomorrow. Unfortunately, it’s thunderstorming here, so it might not happen anyway.
Fortunately, I’m done with doing that now.
The Pleasure Dome is purportedly the name of a brothel. Sheesh. Figuring out how I got this little episode going is left as an exercise to the reader…
Spats has a crush! Hopefully you’ll get to go to the beach eventually… Oh…and I think the Florida sun has had a negative effect on your brain (or maybe it’s the boredom), cuz even I got the Pleasure Dome joke… (Of course, I didn’t know what DILLIGAF meant, so it all evens out.)
Sounds like you had a nice day, rosie.
How long is your Little House on the Prairie kitchen situation going to last, rigs?
For some reason I’m up already. Need to get some stuff done and out of the way before I go off to church and then do some additional plant shopping for church. Then I need to get back here and get some work done in the garden and clean house and maybe get some work work done. (Last one’s looking quite iffy.)
But before I do that, I’m going to crawl back into bed with my coffee and read for a while.
GT
It’s Smithsonian day! I’ve finished my morning read, and I’m about to hit the shower. Robert and I will have breakfast at Denny’s, then drive to the Metro stop near Andrews AFB. We’ll ride to the National Archives exit, since he wants to see the Declaration of Independence. Then we’ll do whatever museums appeal to him.
FCD will stay home and nurse the knee he strained by pushing back his motorcycle yesterday. He’s gonna miss all the fun. And the rain…
Back later!
bobbio as long as it isn’t Thunderdome.
FCM sounds like fun, one of these days I’d like to see the Air and Space museum.
gt help for the Voices, or the armpit biting? Answer #2 is some Doper’s sig: “A cat is when you don’t hate yourself enough, and need the assistance of a small mammal”
Ah-the ole motorcycle knee injury trick…kept me from many a musuem, I tells ya.
The lil house on the prairie is at least until Wednesday. I am nothing if not lazy (no way am I putting all the laundry into the car and taking it to a laundromat), so I figured something out.
The machine will spin and rinse and fill. So, I put the detergent in, start the wash cycle and add the clothes. The agitator no longer works, so I become…The Agitator. It’s a great upper arm workout. I don’t do it for 20 minutes, but the clothes seem ok. It’ll do until Wednesday.
Try that girl again, spats --you’ll meet her friends. They’re a bit young for you, but any port in a storm.
Looks like rain here. I need to do grad school stuff and prime a wall. Husband had a brilliant idea for the DR wall. We don’t have enough wallpaper to redo it, so he said to paint it and make it a portrait wall–pics all over of the kids, family, stuff like that. I will get the same type frames to add unity to this decorative feature–much cheaper than wallpaper (and quicker than redoing the whole damned room). Perhaps I’ll keep him afterall… 
Rigs, if it weren’t for the matter of geography and time, I’d have a washer-drer set you could have for free.
Geography, 'cuz it’s about 800 miles from the new VunderLair to the burbs of Chi-town, and time, because it won’t be until Friday when the extra set is mine to dispose of.
The soon to be past owner of the VunderLair is trying to leave us all kinds of stuff like a huge big screen TV (sorry, eats up the living room, and we have 4 TVs for 2 people anyway) and the washer-dryer set, when I really want his riding tractor and lawnmower. We have our own W-D set that’s just abot a year old now, and considering the coin I drpped buying that, I’m not giving up that set any time soon…
That’s what I call the VunderLair after I eat baked beans. :eek:
Please hold for your regularly scheduled MMP. What follows is rant of the highest order.
What the HELL is wrong with technology these days? I hate it all, but especialy the computer. I access the grad school site and follow the damned instructions and even called tech support to make sure that I had it right and I set up my damned passwords and everything works. But this is on the PC a couple weeks ago. I ASKED the tech geek person if I had to redo all of this for my laptop and he sounded like I had suddenly starting speaking in tongues. “This works for any computer, m’am.” says he.
Ha and double ha and screw you, mister geek tech support guy. It bloody well does NOT work. I just tried it and I cannot even get past the home page. I’m afraid to keep trying 'cause usually after 3 failed attempts, you’re booted.
I hate, hate, hate this shit. Why can’t the damned things just work–why does it have to be all code this and url that and oops-you typed a hyphen instead of a dash. It’s so infuriating. And god forbid you type in the wrong case–that’s a cardinal sin. Dammit, I want to communicate and get informed. Is that too much to ask? But no, I spend my time agonizing over right vs left click (which I can’t even DO, since this is a laptop and I don’t have a divided bar)–to hell with it all. I’ll just stay home and in a job I hate and be miserable the rest of my life, which won’t be long because I’ll die from stress-induced cardiac disease. Then they’ll be sorry. Whoever they are. And Steve Jobs can eat my shorts–this is no more user friendly than your average tax form.
I want a computer for idiots. Any fool can pump gas or use an ATM–why is a computer so difficult to figure out?
No, I am far from done; in fact, I am just warming up. But I’ll close now, before I am banned from MMP for life. Have fired off an email to tech support -catch them working Sundays-to get help on my university ID and password stuff. I’m ignoring Apple at this point. Bah. Meh. Tcha. I sneeze in your general direction and your father smelled of elderberries and worse. So there.
And now back to the MMP…
Good morning all!
We had quite the day of fun in the sun yesterday. I am PAYING for it today because I am one very, very pink gal. Yes, I put sunscreen on…numerous times. It doesn’t seem to have helped me too much.
I finally tried the wakeboard, and I got up on my first try! I couldn’t believe it! I though it was going to be hard because of how you need to sort of roll or twist one direction or the other, but I somehow did it! Watch, the next time I won’t be able to get up. It must have been some kind of fluke.
We took a bunch of our friends with us and they all had a great time too. We were at the lake from about 10:30 until close to 7:00. I was EXHAUSTED when I got home. I think I was in bed by nine.
Today is supposed to be even hotter outside, but we aren’t going boating. We need to clean the boat up from yesterday’s activities, plus we have stuff to do around the house. I also need to make a Costco run.
We’re going to grill some kind of meat tonight; I’m not sure what kind yet.
Well, going to cruise the Dope for a little more and then the rest of the net.