I’m lucky; the voices in my head speak Spanish and I have no frikkin idea what they are saying!
As for the piercing ----- why not? It’s no skin off my nose. 
Speaking of which, the scab fell off the small cancer (don’t worry - it wasn’t the bad kind) I had removed from my nose so I look a little less like Horatio J. HooDoo than I did. Well at least a little.
You willingly entered Pittsburgh? WHAT ARE YOU; INSANE??? 
If you do come here again, let me know. Some meal or another could be my treat.
WOOOOT!!! First and second!
Remember, “su madre” means, “Good morning, Officer.”
No no no. It’s “TU madre”. Much friendlier. 
One should not be too familiar with an officer of the law. :dubious:
All I got is clouds.
If you’re not shaking, have another pot.
Spanish? All the voices in my head ever say are “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn”
And congrats on the nose thing.
Happy Hump Day!
It’s sunny outside. It’s 77 degrees now but supposed to get up to 89. The rest of the week is supposed to be in the 90s.
FCM I once had a asshole boss who wanted code to look his way. His way of coding sucked, he wrote the longest most convoluted code you can imagine.
I think corporate moves their dumb asses into management figuring that they will do the least amount of damage if they actually don’t do any of the work.
Not much on the agenda today.
The usual irk, unload/reload the dishwasher, vacuum, clean the litter box, make tacos, a little dusting, straightening, put some laundry away, pay a bill, then go for a few more things on THE TODO LIST. Sah-son needs to do some trimming out front.
SSDD
I’ve been to Tarjay and da cave looks somewhat presentable. The brisket is slow roastin’ as I post. Should make for a nice dindin on a dreary day. Other than that, 'tis chillax time cause I can.
Even if she has handcuffs…fur handcuffs. 
Speaking of TMI, I took a water-only shower today.
Yestidy, I moved the backpack of clothes from the otherwise unused under-desk file cabinet to the locker room in order to be able to ride in today, forgetting that I took the portable soap container out to use in my other bag. I just doubled up on the anti–perspirant/deodorant. They can provide a locker room & showers but no soap? :smack:
I went to sleep the other night with a ragged fingernail, and apparently my face itched during the night. Woke up to a big ol’ scab under my right eye. Felt really dumb at the grocery store. (“Do I look like a meth addict? Maybe I look too fat that assumption. I hope these pants make my ass look huge!”) Definitely felt better when the scab came off!
My husband is going to be really disappointed if I take your advice!
And speaking of cops’ mothers, my mother-in-law is on one of her bi-weekly “post a million recipes on Facebook” binges. Which I find hilarious. In 7 years, I have had 2 home cooked meals at her house: one was steaks (grilled by my father-in-law,) plus steamed asparagus, salad, and a loaf of bread from the bakery*, and the other was a Christmas dinner that I cooked, because the whole extended family was there and my brother-in-law ended up in the hospital on Christmas Eve.
And finally have the inspection scheduled to get a Georgia title for The Boy’s car. As one might imagine, it has been supremely frustrating for him to have a cute zippy little car sitting in the driveway, and still have to drive the poor little truck for the past week!
*And I’m not complaining. The meal and the hospitality were faultless. But my husband confirms that steaming a vegetable and reheating some bread are good illustrations of his mom’s cooking prowess.
I thought “law officer” was “puta” or something like that. Wow - the things I learn from the MMP! 
Wow! Police in the southeast corner of the state must have changed a lot lately!
Leftover Chinese food for lunch. Yum!
Boss explained his issues with my design, and while I understand, I still think he’s wrong. But not my circus, so… I’ve spent most of the morning trying to do it his way, and I did catch a pretty big error on his part. Amazingly, he accepted my solution. So maybe he’s a bit less of an idiot than I’d originally thought.
Nah… 
I’m so glad I can complain about him here. I don’t want to be fired, altho I’d be OK with quitting.
Da cave is smellin’ all brisketerrific! In a while I shall add some N.O.T. and carrots which I have parboiled. I find parboilin’ ‘em beforehand ensures they are nice and tender when done. The brisket will be fallin’ apart tender. I shall also cook up some butter beans and bake up some cornbread. I just et a sammich but the smell is makin’ me hongry still.
Other than that, still dreary and drizzly out. A good day to be inside.
ETA: MOOOOOOM that’s the good thing. You are there because you WANT to be there not cause you HAVE to be there. Nice to have that option ain’t it!
I had to think about this for a bit before admitting it; it does show a mean streak I try to hide from everyone. Except maybe Plant.
There is this young man at work who we don’t really hate but everyone pretty much would like to see gone. He is this living breathing cartoon of what books and comedians call “hip hop”. And it doesn’t really matter if we’re talking the white associates or the African-American associates; or the national origin of the associate. This guy pretty annoys all of us equally. Its not that he’s a bad guy - just constantly talking and always in really contrived slang. And usually saying really dumb or offensive things.
Monday I’m standing by the time clock. I know I have this big green/gray scab on my nose. Good Lord how could anyone miss it? So Rick comes along and stops ’ “Yo yo yo, my man. Ya got some shit on you nose”.
I looked him square in the eye and dead-pan serious said “Yes; it’s called cancer. Thank you very much for pointing it out. I feel much better about myself and my future now for your input”. He blushed badly and sort of slinked off. As soon as he left my usual smile came back and I got high-fives from the 30 or 40 people standing around. We doubt he’ll learn anything from it but it was a fun moment for the rest of us.
I lurrrvve being able to make people slink off like that. Making them blush is a bonus.
As I had expected, I woke up today with the “Oh, what the hell have I done?” thoughts that tend to come after making alterations like this. Had similar thoughts the day after the cardiac implant was implanted, so it’s not just for the decorative things. Just have to get used to the presence of it - it does waggle when I move my head. It’s not painful or unpleasant - just a new sensation, much like how you’ll notice the addition (or removal) of a wedding ring from a finger.
I like the piercing location, gotti. I never wore a horn in my nose, but back in my wild punk days, did wear a ring.
So, are you looking at re-retiring Mooooom?
It’s back to irk today. It felt kind of nice to be able to sleep until six, although I woke up long enough to look at the clock at the old wake up time. It’s been slow and I’ve had to get up and move around to keep from dozing at my desk.
Only if female. Male ones are puto, but only if you want to be really, really intimate.
Perhaps we should write a dictionary and travel guide for our friends, those on the board or elsewhere.
Not at the moment. I got my little hissy fit out of my system and as far as anyone in the office knows, I’m a professional.
I just finished the reworking that the boss wanted. I have nothing to do at the moment. He’s not in his office. Same old stuff.
Gotta get groceries after work but I just got a call about the camper, so I may have to run home first. We shall see…
We had a little deluge for a couple of hours. It’s stopped for now but more is on the way. Bring it on I say!