No but there was a dachshund in my nightmare last night. I ended up with an extra roommate, and everything ended up disorganized, and I couldn’t assemble my bed because of the safe bolted to the floor in the middle of my bedroom.:dubious:
Darn it, you can’t swing a double entendre in here without smacking a mod these days!
:mad:*
Spaz, you you pick up a replacement brain, make sure you pick up the right one.
*[sub][sub]Please don’t ban me[/sub][/sub]
Well the good news is that you only need to work on the ‘up’ part.
well, here’s a standing ovation for twicks and her fellow retirees, and Conga Rats to Soapy and Asimovian
N.O.L. has been et. We have a nice toaster oven in the break room so I toasted me up a ham 'n cheese sammich. YUM!
Know what would really shake flytrap up? If BBBobbio, doggio, Spidey or me became a mod. 
If MOOOOOOM became a mod, he’d live in fear of not havin’ a coaster available.
I couldn’t be a mod - I’m too nice, dammit.
Back from running my various errands. I got most of what I wanted, but I’m kinda ticked that WalMart didn’t have the generic version of Pantene that we like. In fact, they didn’t even have the Pantene version of it - looks like Pantene changed their formula again. Dammit.
I did pick up 2# of used 93% lean ground beef which has been converted into a meatloaf. It’s in the fridge right now, allowing its flavors to cavort together. I see a yummy supper ahead.
Higgs is outside frolicking in the sun, or barking like an idiot. Either way, she’s not pestering me, so yay!
Wouldn’t that be a case of the inmates running the asylum?!?
The entire SDMB would cower.
She’s nice, dammit, I’m just sayin’.
My third grade teacher was a peach. Sister Andrew was a young nun that got banished to the hinterlands after involvement with the Berrigan brothers back east. Nevertheles, she was a good teacher. The tough one was Sister Aloysius in fourth grade. If you couldn’t do your times tables in the time alotted by Christmas, you started the new year by staying in recesses until you did. I didn’t get a recess until close to Valentine’s day. 
Happy Hump Day! 
I love the conversations about teachers! I never went to a private/church school, all my schooling was public. My kindergarten class was a morning session, and it was definitely a baby-boomer class, there were 56 kids in it! :eek: I remember Dick, Jane, Sally, Spot and Puff! and we had little mats that we took naps on. LOL I can’t remember the name of my 1st grade teacher for Sept-Feb., but the rest of the year was Miss Lundblom; 2nd grade was Miss Zavada, 3rd was Miss Hanson and 4th was Miss Stoops. I recall each of the teachers enjoying reading aloud to the class - one read us Mr. Poppers Penguins, I really liked that book! Another teacher read aloud “City beneath the Stairs,” which was about ants. They really instilled my love of reading, I think, well along with nudges from my parents. LOL
I can’t recall my first post on SDMB, nor my first in the MMP. I know that I lurked for a very long time before I posted, though, and I signed up in October 2001. Beyond that, I had been reading the SD in the Washington DC City Paper for ages.
MOOOOOM I guess jack-coastered thug doesn’t have the same ring to it jack-booted thug does.
BBBobbio I always thought inmates runnin’ the asylum was SOP for the Dope.
Swampy, you are twisted & eeeevil. ::highfive::
Oh, & your other post was the last one on pg 3, which makes this a neener reply! 
I should have stayed in bed today. Guess who will be working with Vogons for the rest of the year in an effort to teach people what their system access actually does.
Hide the poetry books
Go out for an hour or two and have so much internet to catch up on when I get back. 
Had an appointment today. Also went to the store and bought a bunch of stuff. Mostly with a gift card, so yay.
Came home early from irk due to illness. Sore throat, unhappy sinuses, unreasonable tiredness, being unreasonably cold for the room temperature, clothing feels like sandpaper, and a little queasiness. Ugh.
“She Who Must be Obeyed.”
Hope you start feeling better soon, nettie. Meanwhile, don’t breathe on any of us.
Howdy from da cave! Another irk day survived. YAY! Taco makin’ about to commence.
Spidey ::highfive::
{{{Nettie}}} Feel better soonest. Soft Kitty
Bunnehs are all stuffed. Next step is to adorn them with bows around their necks. It’s still too early for Easter grass - maybe next month after the Valentines are cleared from the shelves.
The meatloaf is in the oven - it’s pretty thick so it’ll take a while to bake, hence the early start.
Press conference about the mansion fire in Annapolis - they’re saying it was a very very dry Christmas tree that ignited - apparently it had been in the house for something like 60 days. The ignition was some sort of electrical fault. Very tragic - 6 dead…
You really love that version, swampy, don’t you?
So how come my name hasn’t be bandied about as a potential mod-to-be-feared? I can be ruthless. In fact, I haven’t seen Ruth in years!
