I know you’re not soliciting hugs, but I’m giving one to you anyway, Bobbio.
I’m sorry for your loss. He sounds like he was a hell of a guy.
Too bad, bbobbio, you’re getting a {{{hug}}} anyway, good journey to your uncle! The world needs more feisty old guys…
Thinking good house-hunting thoughts for LiLi!
Good luck on the doc, FCM! I’m hoping all that construction just threw your neck out of alignment and you’ll only need a few visits to the cracker-practor.
Yeah, the sash thing is quite unfortunate–my daughter is definitely the sleek and sophisticated type, Portland style, and she very carefully avoided ordering the damned sash, but the bride went to pick it all up and called her up to inform her that David’s must have forgotten it, so she oh-so-helpfully ordered it. :rolleyes: Much as I love my future DIL, she’s a total jeans & flannel mountain girl and her taste is (how to put this delicately?) occasionally squarely in her mouth. She’s insisting on putting my rough & tumble Teamster warehouse working son into a WHITE TUX for an afternoon outdoor wedding! That’s gonna be hazardous later on at the buffet… (not to mention the glare factor in the pictures with both bride and groom in competing bright white–and what in hell are they going to do if the whites don’t match and one of them ends up looking grubby?) So we’re hoping that perhaps the horrible sash (and who thought that peridot and latte go together? It’s like an anemic chocolate mint!) will get “accidentally” forgotten or flushed down the toilet or that perhaps one of the attending dogs will mistake it for a pull toy or something of that nature. Perhaps an unfortunate breakfast cranberry juice mishap would do the trick?
Argh, I’m catty this morning–I think I need some coffee!
Re: the discussion about whether to have kids- have I mentioned that Hideously Neurotic Co-Worker is thinking of single Momhood? So Driving Husband tells me. The budding Cat Lady? Who almost didn’t go on holiday once because even though her mom was taking care of her cats, a hornet might make it past the screen and sting them and they might DIE?
I really hope she doesn’t. Seriously. She cleans the litterbox four times a day and won’t take up sewing because one of her cats might eat a pin and die. I don’t think she’s cut out for motherhood. I think she’d die of stress during pregnancy.
ETA: Who also has never been on a single date, is theoretically straight, but flees in terror from men who express interest in her? She’s mid-thirties.
T.S. Fay…JUST. EFFIN. LEAVE!!! :mad:
I am totally done with the wind and rain. swampy, she’s all yours! 
Trying to figure out the intricacies of buying a rail pass for Italy. It looks like we can get a “saver pass” as a group traveling together that will save us money but I’m still trying to figure out how it works. 
My condolences, bobbio.
Good luck with the house hunt, li-li
Hope it’s nuttin serious, moooooom. Please let us know ASAP.
Appropriate comments to all who I’ve missed.
Tupug
And probably has never done the horizontal mambo, either. Probably never will.
I don’t think you’ll have to worry about her becoming a single mom, unless she starts dating a turkey baster.
ETA: Puggy, you can send TS Fay up to Cottonfield County any time now.
Hey, if Ricky Martin can become the father to twins through [del]immaculate conception[/del] surrogate motherhood, joining the illustrious ranks of other men of questionable sexuality such as Michael Jackson and Clay Aiken… why not Future Cat Lady Coworker?
Yeah, I can’t say that with a straight face either.
Seriously, people need to learn that babies aren’t like pets. You can’t give them back if you change your mind, they require constant care and attention for the first few years, and as cute as they are when they’re little, they do eventually become teenagers.
Sorry to hear about your great-uncle, Vundy. He sounds like he was quite the character, and it’s always a sad day when we lose a mischievous soul like that.
Here!!! ::Attempts to shove Fay into CD drive.::
Just went to check out the news, still no movement. I think she’s in a coma. :rolleyes:
Sorry about your great uncle BBBobbio. All my grands and greats have been gone for a while. I know what you mean about missin’ ‘em. Dynamitin’ outhouses. Sounds like my kinda guy! 
Puggy I know y’all are ready for her to get out of Flahrdy already, but I do wish Fay would go ahead and dump some rain here. What a strange storm!
I’m home. I have yet another sinus headache. I finally just said I was leavin’. I have a pile o’ work for tomorrow and if’n I feel like it this afternoon.
Time for some Benadryl[sup]TM[/sup] and a nap.
Howdy all. Way too much water under the bridge to catch up. Suffice to say, it has been a busy week and I am relieved it is now officially Teh Weekend!!! Yayyyyyy!
So, hugs, yays, boos, noogies and a discreet grope or two thrown indiscriminately 'round the room!!!
BTW, speaking of cat ladies, anyone heard from SCL lately?
To set the record straight, he didn’t dynamite the outhouse with an occupant inside. Typical dynamite story went like this:
Stuck-up prissy church lady comes by for lunch with the wimminfolk, while Clifford is outside doin’ sweaty farmer work. Prissy church lady retires to the outhouse to use the facilities, which Clifford sees. He waits for PCL to get well situated, then hangs a stick from the nearby clothes line and lights it.
BOOM!
PCL has the shit scared out of her <snerk>, and goes running from said outhouse holding clothing in place because she could not get buttoned up fast enough.
Guy hilarity ensues, and ensues again 60 years later in the re-telling.
LiLi, can Hideously Neurotic Co-Worker spell “TOX-O-PLAS-MO-SIS?” Send her a couple links and when she figures out she can have EITHER the cats (and their associated poop which might be horribly infested with ickies) OR a baby she’ll probably go into a panicked fetal position from which she’ll never recover. That oughta take care of it!
While we’re shoving TS Fay through CD drives, anybody want the mother effin’ rain we’ve been “enjoying” all week? I hate having to decide whether 100+ heat is worse than 65 degrees and raining, and I totally resent having to figure it out within a week of each other! Gotta love the PNW!
He sounds like he was a fun guy to be around. Next time I find something 'splodey*, I’ll scare someone with it in his memory.
In other news, I found a headless, partially eaten mouse next to a sprung mousetrap when I came home a few minutes ago. Peter is a Vicious Killer!
*Which happens oftener than you’d think.
What’s funny is the best mouser we had since moving to The VunderLair was Maddy The VunderDog. This is a household that had 2 cats at the time. Booger and Audrey, the cats, don’t care to this day.
French Bulldogs are some of the most ferocious mousers in the canine world. Too bad Maddy didn’t adjust well to rural life…
I have important news to report:
I FINISHED THE JOB FROM HELL!!!
And the client is even understanding about how late it is. Thank heaven. I just couldn’t bear to produce crap, especially with them being my favorite client.
So where’s Moooom with the latest news about what the doctor had to say?
My sympathies on your great-uncle, Bobbio. He sounds like a great guy. I know he’ll be missed. Please don’t forget to share his tales with younger generations. My grandfather told me stories about his grandfather’s generation (his “shootin’ uncle,” who shot himself in the foot <snerk>, his “fightin’ uncle,” and his “drinkin’ uncle” – they were quite a collection!), and it really is wonderful to have the old stories kept alive.
I am now going to go stand in the shower for about an hour, and then put my feet up for the rest of the afternoon!
And embellished with each retelling.
Re: kids issue - I just generally don’t like the idea that it’s my “duty” to reproduce. It’s not my duty to my parents, to the Church, and certainly not to some idiot on teh interwebs to have children.
Yeah, I’m avoiding the pit thread because I don’t want to get drawn into it. I’m pissed off enough already.
I killed the MMP! 
Mini-rant: Why does one of our vendors not check stuff before they send it to us? There should be a bunch of writing on the back, and it’s missing a WHOLE frickin’ LINE. How do you send something out without at least looking at it closely enough to see that it’s missing a line of text? The writing doesn’t even begin to make sense without the last line. As in it cuts off in the middle of a sentence. And no one noticed…? ARGH!
I just have to say that I found this friggin’ hilarious. If my boss were still here, she would be giving me strange looks from the other side of the cube wall.
I may be late, but I just want to say here, in this safe, jerk-free environment, that I respect the person (male or female) who realizes that having a child is not a good idea for him/her at that time (or ever, in my case) thus avoiding child abandonment or poor care issues or other things tht may send the kid into years of unnecessary therapy. I realized in my early 30s that I lacked the patience gene, and I accepted the fact that I’d be doing my child more harm than good.
Why do some folks insist that makes me inferior?
I will not take this to the pit thread because I don’t want to have to resort to hurling epithets at morons
Smarty, I’d take 65 and raining any day over 100+. And I’m getting the same front; it may or may not rain here, but it’s supposed to get down to 34 tonight. Brrrrrrr! Lovely brrrrrr! Time to grab an extra blanket from the loft, I think.
And to quote my aunt here from last August when I opened the shop one morning and apologized to her for not having figured out how to turn on the heat because it was in the 50s – “The HEAT? In AUGUST???” The look I got…hey, I thought it was pretty chilly!
This was before I found out that the temps getting up to freezing could feel almost balmy after a couple of months of winter!
BWAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAA!!!
'Tis true! The comedy classics never get old!
MOOOOOOM we’re waitin’ to hear what the doc said. Please pick up the white courtesy phone in the lobby and report.
Yay on finishin’ THE JOB FROM HELL!!! BioTigs!
Fay is beginnin’ to say howdy to southwest Jawja. Rains out of the southeast = feeder bands. AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! The sinus pressure eases.
Ol’ y’all know who is pickin’ up dindin tonight and bringin’ it out to da cave. He says he’s spendin’ the night. YAAAAAAY!!! I need me some burly gentleman snugglin’.
Oh and I’m told dindin could range from anything from MickeyD’s to my favorite thing from the good Eyetalian place. I love it when he does this!
Yeah, we are a strange couple. That’s what makes it so wunnerful.
-swampbear (abuser of smilies)