I’m not even going anywhere near that. I desperately want to, but I know better.
So, this morning, my friend Janna made a mistake she will never forget. She was typing to me over IM, got very excited about something, and typed her own name wrong. I believe the exact phrase she typed was OOOOH, JABBA WANT!!!
I have since sent an e-mail to everyone we know, informing them that she is forevermore to be known only as Jabba.
And this is after she IMed me this morning to say “Okay, so I was watching Star Trek this morning … why does Kirk call the little guy in the yellow shirt ‘Jackoff’? That’s mean.”
I’ll bet you’ll be voted “Most Popular” by all your classmates.
Well, WOO and a great big HOO! My church made the “Squawk Box” section of The Albeeeny Herald (Motto: Proofreading Optional)! To bad they don’t publish the “Squawk Box” in their online edition or I’d link to it. Anywho, there’s a squawk about how awful it is that some of those pecan trees on Byron Plantation Road at Old Dawson Road were cut down to make room for a church building. Yep, cool kids, that would be St. Patrick’s Episcopal Church!
About time I say! I was beginning to get my feelings hurt. I was wondering how long folks were gonna let those gawdless Whiskypalians get away with it! I was beginning to think I was gonna have to stir things up. SNIFF I’m so proud!
I would think that making cocks upright would just sort of happen (although not according to the woman who taught us about menstruation and sex in 4th grade-she said that the man had to get very excited in order to stiffen the penis so that it could enter the vagina. I had never seen any man in all my days get excited. [I thought, at age 9, that getting excited meant jumping up and down and yelling “yay!” alot-hell, I still do-no wonder my sex life is non-existant]. Anyway, I knew then and there that I would never be able to do that whole excitement thing–but YOU get to do it for your job! How er, exciting!).
Well, my goodness!! I leave for a few hours and look what’s going on here! :dubious:
And you didn’t invite me!!!
Everybody cross fingers and toes. Dad may qualify afterall because the medicaid income limit is going up in January and may be just enough. Hope so, cause medicaid lawyer wants $3,000 if we have to hire her.
I decided I am taking the next two days off and my office is closing next week. That will make tending to things much easier.
No Friday for you. You’ve all been having too much fun as it is - and without me, no less.
So, after all of that, are the cocks finally upright? And did you have fun getting them that way?
We had a feeding frenzy today - salad with Italian dressing, a 6’ long hero - half “American” and half “Italian”; a tray of chicken parm and a tray of penne ala vodka. Plus all manner of cake and cookie - including, but not limited to, mini cheesecakes in both cherry and chocolate (separate minis, not together) And PLENTY of leftovers for tomorrow and Friday. Also we exchanged our Secret Santa gifts - I got a bute little clock - the base is two little ceramic kitties playing with yarn, and the clock is embedded in a glass slab that fits into a slot on the base.
Oooh, rosie, now I’m hungry.
Work was almost, but not quite, utter chaos. Tomorrow will be chaos. I’m going to settle back and put my feet up on a cat. Some very nice lady told me a fitfteen minute pointless glurgey story.
puggy all appropriate, and if necessary, inappropriate appendages are crossed here in south Jawja.
Bobbio sent me an email that I just lurved. As I told him, I had been searching the internet to find it, cause I had seen it earlier, so I could share it with the Cool Kids. Thanks to his link, I was finally able to find it. So, in this season of Christmas/Hanukkah (mostly spelled right)/Solstice/Kwanzaa/Whatever, I present…
**Puggsy, ** fingers crossed and sending very best wishes that things work out right.
rigsy, a hug to you just because it seems like you really need one.
I am ever so ready to go home…30 more minutes to go. Mr. Taters is graciously stopping by the George store (that’s liquor store to you non-Washingtonians) to ensure we have festive beverages on Christmas Day. He’s also picking up a present for a last minute addition to our Christmas Day festivities.
Drat. I have to make a list of things I want for Christmas. For Mr. Lissar, who hasn’t had time to do any shopping. What do I want for Christmas? Beside a catapult that fires balls of cobras and a Manul cat.
Taters --no, no hugs! You’ll get the Sick! (but thanks for the kind thought)
I just called in for tomorrow at the lib. I am feeling better, but don’t want to push it. I HAVE to work (as a nurse) on Friday, so I must needs rest until then. The fact that I have the rest of season 3 to watch of 6 Feet Under has nothing to do with it…
Hello Dollies are good-I used the mini- M&M’s instead of choc chips-I wanted festive calories. I also used low fat sweetened condensed milk, so I’m not completely porking out over here. I am glad to have an appetite-first time all week…At least I won’t be sick for Xmas.
Is anyone having a white Christmas? I so want one–and nada. It is raining, AGAIN, today-I feel like I live in UK or Seattle. I may grow gills.
