I ask for a Second, and they send me a comedienne.
:rolleyes:
This is a brickbat.
This is a fruitbat.
I believe we would have PITA after us, should we use the latter.
Oye.
I’ve never been a very good second banana
Hey! Banana! It’s a fruit that looks like a bat! Use bananas!
I’m the guy challenged, it’s my pick.
Brickbats at half a mile.
After Mincha.
Brickbat is defined as any rock-like projectile. Frozen bananas would be kinda rock-like. Just sayin’.
Everyone’s a critic.
Please, can we just throw bricks at each other at a reasonable distance and time, hunh? Is that too much to ask?
Throw penguins with Santa hats!!!
Again, PETA would be all over us.
Perhaps Santa Hats at arm’s length…
Rosie, get me the brick bat anyway. A medium sized one.
Santa hats stuffed with frozen bananas! Afterward we can all go out for roast penguin.
The fruitbat would only a PITA if you’re wearing Fruit of the Loom underoos.
Time flies like an arrow
fruit flies like a banana.
Went downtown with my class yesterday. There was a guy in the metro (subway) playing guitar and singing “Jingle Bells” really badly. He got the tune all wrong, and kept skipping lines, and sang some words wrong. My teacher gave him money!
Come on, “Jingle Bells” is an extremely easy song. Everyone knows it well. How the hell do you screw it up?
The Fat Man is busted!
I have survived the Mayans, more or less. I’m home. Alone. Sick. Tired. Ugh. Yesterday, the coughing got worse and worse - it hurt all the way into my chest. Sore throat and headache along with it, and a certain amount of tummy distress - all in all, not good for traveling.
So I helped **FCD **pack up the car this morning after he took our daughter to work. He left here with the doggies about 1130 so they could visit her kids (only 26 of the 80 who comprise 5th grade showed up) before they hit the road. He called about 20 minutes ago and woke me up - they were just about to N. Carolina.
And that’s why I don’t like to sleep during the day - in addition to the coughing and stuff, I’m now feeling woozy and just a tad off-balance. I need to force myself to stay up till a reasonable bedtime, then guzzle some nyquil equivalent and crash.
So how’s your Firday?? 
Brickbats aside…
I’m sorry you’re home alone and sick, **FCM. ** So, if I’m reading correctly, you’re going to be alone for Christmas? 
The President signed an Executive Order giving feds the 24th off. While I wasn’t expecting it, it’s very nice and I appreciate it. Hey, with continued pay freezes, I’ll take any bone I get.
Waiting for my son to get himself cleaned up so we can tackle the mall. I need to knock out the last of my Christmas shopping, and especially make sure I have my daughter’s presents. This is because she and her fiance are coming over tomorrow to swap presents since they won’t be here for Christmas.
In really good news regarding my daughter, she finally found a job after being laid off over two months ago. She starts the 31st. I’m so happy for her. Her fiance pretty much has a new job lined up too. He went through two interviews with the hiring official, then nailed the HR interview. Now, he just needs to take a personality test and he’s in. We’re all very happy for him because his current job is pretty awful and he wants out in the worst way. This job would pay more too.
Back at irk again. I was thinking of picking up a bottle of Le Fin du Monde Belgian Tripel at TJ’s on the way to work today so I can celebrate properly tonight, but decided against it.
Ironically enough, my job amounts to sitting here waiting for stuff to blow up…
Well, if I feel up to a 2+ hour drive each way on Tuesday, I can go to my brother’s house for brunch. But frankly, in my old age, I just don’t care about Christmas any more. I don’t decorate because we’re never home, and even if we were, I don’t think I’d bother. **FCD **and I quit giving each other gifts years ago, and now that our daughter is grown up, we mostly just give her gifts out of obligation.
Sorry to be a grinch, but the magic is long gone. I’ll be glad when the lights are all put away and life gets back to normal. I’ve got several boxes of decorations plus a tree in the basement that haven’t been touched in 9 Christmases except to be moved around. I think it’s time to be rid of all of it.
To be honest, I’m not really in much of a holiday mood. With my Dad dying just recently, and several other large stress situations going on, I would be content to skip it as well.
However, I’m hosting Christmas Day dinner, and my son is home, so I trudge on. I didn’t even put out all my decorations this year.
I was looking forward to a quiet Christmas Eve with just me, my husband and son, but my husband is going to pick up his mother and have her stay the night. She just got out of the hospital, so she is in no shape to drive around and is certainly in no shape to host Christmas Eve for loud rambunctious great grandkids and their families.
awwww {{{FCM}}}
I’m sorry you’re sick.
Christmas alone can be sad, or in my case the best Christmas gift the family could give me is for all of them to get the hell out and leave me alone :).
I have so much to do and I’m not doing any of it.
I have other issues going on and well … without TMI going through menopause sucks.
If I wasn’t so damn stubborn I’d go to the doctor, but I am and I won’t so I shouldn’t complain.
I need to go to the store.
Maybe tomorrow.
{{{Taters}}}
I’m going to be at work Christmas, so I don’t know if that qualifies as being alone…