P.S. Remembered wrong. It was actually FCM, swampy, AND picunurse who posted to an ATMB thread last week asking what MMP stands for.
Did that sentence make sense?
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I had no idea. Now I’m interested in your video exploits (and now I understand why swampy was, too). See, I thought you were a straight guy, so I figured your film would have elements that I would have to ignore, and why bother?
I’m about to head towards home. I really should write tonight, but I doubt I will. Much.
My goodness! This thread has really um…well…I guess it’s going where it always goes. TMI, innuendo, etc.
I’m currently wating for the hubby to walk in here so I can share Lissa’s picture with him. He’ll really appreciate it.
I’m jealous of FCM. I want a new fancy-dancy-schmancy washer and dryer set too. I’ve been eyeing (ogling) them for the last couple, three years. Those are going to be our next major purchases.
We had leftover Tater Tot casserole for dinner. Hey, it’s quicky, easy, and filling.
Crap! I’m about to be kicked off the computer again.
That doesn’t mean you cooked family members, right?
Well, I got the rocks transported from the river to the house and have actually got the first row in the place I want them to go. Tomorrow I go to buy mortar and get started. If I can ever figure out how to post pictures I will do so when I finish the wall.
Tomorrow night is pottery class. I’m sure I’ll come up with something mundane to post about before then.
Just saw A History of Violence. It was very good.
The pilgrim type girl is actually a with being burned at the stake- I don’t think you can see it in that pic, but she had applique flames around the edge of her dress, and her arms are tied. It was a cool costume. The girl Driving Husband calls UberHotChick’s costume (or lack) was cooler.
“Witch”! “Witch being burnt at the stake.”
The google ad has a link for artificial food.
<<looks around furtively, then whispers>>
shhhhhhhh…chaotic, it’s mid life crisis…if you repeat it, I will deny it…
Some Musings When I Should Be Sleeping
Can I throw away dirty underwear or do I have to wash it first?
Do Kali Cat’s toys go where socks go?
Come to think of it, Kali will play with socks, so could both socks and cat toys be escaping from cats?
Which leads me to suspect that Ambrose Bierce and Judge Crater may have also been fugitives from cats.
Which means the Catbert may well be in control of the world.
Except that if Catbert, or any other cat was in control of the world, tuna would not have mercury in it.
Would Hermes argent be another name for quicksilver?
Which really is quickest, zipper or five-button jeans?
Who decided tweezing was a good idea and why?
Haven’t you always wanted to open the door of a front loading washer right in the middle of the wash cycle?
Who’s spookier–Dick Clark or Bob Barker?
There are fingerless gloves, so where are the toeless socks?
If there were toeless socks, would they disappear, too?
Why can’t we lick our own elbows–I mean, what harm could really come out of it?
Underwear is not disposable. It is meant to be washed and reused a number of times before disposing of. The number of times one washes and reuses one’s underwear, is, of course, left up to the individual. There are no hard and fast rules.
Cats are evil wrapped up in cute furriness. That’s all anyone needs to know about cats.
Toeless socks are about as useless as fingerless gloves.
Dick Clark is scarier. At least Bob Barker looks like he ages.
I challenge Kalley to open a front loading washer in mid cycle and report back her findings.
The other stuff I’ll leave to other people. Now I’m off to read the beginners guide.
Oh, Scl please do share pics of the river rock wall. I bet it’ll be cool. A wall made up of Chattahoochee River rocks. You can tell I grew up around the Chattahoochee cause I know how to spell Chattahoochee.
I think all the missing socks end up at my house. At least when I moved two weeks ago, I found all these single socks… that I had never seen before. And Im not a very social person. People don’t come over to my house often. Even when they do, they don’t take their socks off, and especially don’t leave one behind.
So how did it happen that I have found at least 12 socks I have NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN MY LIFE? Not my socks, not my son’s socks. Not my roommates socks (those would smell ultra downy april fresh snuggly). I have a few stray socks around that are probably my ex husbands’. But I have girly sparkly socks… too small for me, too large for my son… and I dont buy him girly sparkly socks. I have a thick wooly sock in dark green and khaki stripes. That at least looks like something I would like. But Ive never seen it before. And there’s only ONE. I have a big long soccer sock type thing. Again… ???
I have a feeling that someday I am going to be making a lot of sock puppets…(Note to the Moderators… I mean the Lambchop kind of sock puppets… not the kind that Dopers are not supposed to be. Just so you are clear on that point)
I love the MMP.
Awww… we love you too Norm. I think little Lamb Chop puppets would be nice. I have a bear sock puppet. It’s a gift from a good friend. He’s just the kee-yootest little sock puppet ever! His name is Snogiewogie. I shouldn’t name things when I’ve been drinking, I guess. 
:: starts singing Social Distortions’ “Story Of My Life” ::
Bumba, scout offered it to me first. You can’t steal it! (And thank you, scout. I’ll take two please, and if’n it has to be you, that would be just fine.)
And during my gar(b)age sale this weekend, I was thinking about how I could never deal with the public on a retail basis ever again. It was bad enough when I worked in a record store in the '80s. If I had to go out there every day and deal with customers, there would be gun play. I’m sure of it. Don’t know how you do it, Bumba.
I went to the Y this morning, and there were more than the usual number of Tidewater Grandpas swimming today. One of the geezers was in the lane next to me; usually there’s empty water between us.
Do any of you have any idea how annoying it is to be at the end of your half mile and you’re putting all you have into your workout, only to be passed by a buff 50something who is LOAFING? :eek: :rolleyes: :mad:
Well, Swampbear, I have a rainbow-stripey sparkly sock from Og knows where, that I could make into a sock puppet for you. But you would have to call it Snugglewumpkins.
I really should make all these socks into puppets. Then I could have a puppet show. Maybe Spinal Tap would open for me.
Nah. Name it Burford…
I am thoroughly drunk with my own power. I rebooted the mail server at work. Oh the power I wield! Bow low before me, coworkers and other public television drones!
The reason I have become Thor around here is two-fold: the main computer guy is on vacation, off to Rwanda and Uganda to look at the gorillas. (Honest. He really is.) Second-in-Command Computer Guy is none other than my very husband, and he’s laid low with some hideous virus. Presently he is home, writhing on his sweaty pillow. But he did arise long enough to give me, via telephone, the Super Secret Rebooting Instructions, which I carried out in clandestine fashion in the Sweltering Server Room of Doom™.
Oh the power.
Hmm. I notice we have a new MMP member! Sorry, I’m a little slow. Welcome, Normal Saline!
He is a famous sock puppet from out Gee-orgia way
He has a fuzzy style that no one let’s him stray
He is the top bear of the morn
And now we cover his ears to shield him from porn
He’s in the mornin’ now - Pop named him drunkenly
He’s the Snogiewogie puppet bear of the MMP!