Please, challenge them. I’m far too easy a target.
Hey Ex old buddy, I tried to send you an e-mail but it came back, so I’ll say it here:
Bear up, you’re not an incompetent, and I can think of at least a dozen people who would run screaming at the sight of an IV. You’re one tough bugger for being there for your girlfriend.
[insert mushy stuff manly men never do in public]
I’d tell you a joke, but I’m not very funny.
Osgie has arrived, and we had a great time last night. Today we’re going to wander around downtown in the U of T campus area , go to the Museum, and then go goth clubbing. Whee!
I’m sleepy and need tea. Hugs for Exgineer. Actually, how about hugs with me wearing a really low-cut top? That better?
:eek: Red Alert!! Red Alert!! Goodness, the pressure! Uh, bob, you don’t by chance have a “bag-a-bum” permit, do you? ( :smack: another brick in the road to hell)
ex, hang in there. Remember…welby is a poopyhead.
Don’t drag my wife into this!
No, I don’t, but the day’s still young. Besides, in Indianapolis (location of my seekert mission), I don’t have to look any further than my brother-in-law. Kinda like shooting deer at a salt lick… 
I will avenge your death! I am that kinda nice.
I also would like to point out, underbob is a great name - if I were looking for a name change - that might just be it!
I am weak, I tell ya - I only got two rooms picked up, dusted and vacuumed! I had to come back to the dope. Small doses keep me energized!
I feel bad about all the whining.
My home email seems to be all boffed up for some reason (My Dad called me to tell me he can’t email me. How much sense does that make?), so it ain’t your fault there welby.
At least I got you guys to stop talking about food again.
I just had to slap my own face… :eek:
But wouldn’t she be undervunderbob?
Susan
You know what? I’m in a rotten mood. Hide those kittens and keep yer rainbows and unicorns away from me. And you know why I’m in this mood? Because some camel’s butt, driving a truck the size of Chicago, parked in the space behind me and made it difficult for me to park this morning. I dunno why this set me off, maybe I need a weekend. Oh look! There’s one just over there.
And Ex, do not feel bad about not doing an i.v. perfectly, even the pro’s have trouble sometimes after all. No way could I poke a needle in my sweetie and not faint, so you’re just about superman in my book. But because I’m in a bad mood, food! What should I cook this weekend? I’ve got ground lamb, chicken breasts, and some sort of steak in the freezer, but I’m willing to go buy stuff.
I want to point out that I’m reading this food hijack, eating prime rib for lunch. Me, a civil servant, and I got it in the gubmint ralphateria.
That is all.
Ashes, you need some chocolate! Hurry! I’m wondering about dinner myself but I ain’t cookin’ a thing. Friday night is both cheat-nite, and the cook’s nite off. So, I’m trying to decide on what delivery I want to order. Spose I’ll have to ask Mr. Anachi what he wants, too. Maybe some ribs would be good. Mmmmmmmm…
Bob (err, Robert) really is my first name…
You’re a brave man vunderbob. Our Chunder Cafe is serving salisbury steak. Makes me a little green just to think of what they’ll do to that, considering simple grilled cheese is rendered roadkill-like by our chefs. Hint: butter flavored Pam sprayed over wonderbread and then microwaved for an hour until chewy and hard (the duality is intriguing, I admit) does not make grilled cheese.
BUT, I’m in a bad mooooood. How does this help me with my cooking? Hmmm?! I thought so. Because you’re my sweet little triple timing slut, I will forgive you this time. Next time vunder dear, it’s the lash for ya.
Dinner suggestions, schnell!
Oh, and tupug, chocolate? It is to laugh, I could be rolling nekkid in that stuff and not lose track of how many lashes vunderbob has due, this mood is so wicked bad.
Plus, the damned vending machine is empty, EMPTYYYY!
You handed me a straight line worthy of many smartassed answers, but since you were also sweet-talking me, I’ll be nice.
What is the weather like where you are? The question is serious, because I have a standard where heavy foods like main course pasta are not to be considered when the outside temperature is warm enough where shorts and a t-shirt would be comfortable attire for the day. If it’s cool out, I suggest you get them chikkin boobies out, and make Chicken Parmigiana. If it’s warmer, then switch to Chicken Cordon Bleu and a nice salad.
If Eyetalian isn’t your style, you could chop them up, stir-fry them with veggies and some nuts, and make Cashew chicken.
Or light the grill, and have either teriyaki chicken boobs, or barbequed.
Well, where’s that whip you promised?
and
I should mention that my hubby’s name is also Bob.
underbob just stuck me as funny, also I am feeling a little naughty now that I have the whole entire downstairs picked up, vacuumed and dusted. I even did three loads of laundry.
Two lashes for you bob! I don’t stir fry and teriyaki is disturbing to me-- salty, sweet, feh. Also, it’s freakin’ hot here, ninety eight by noon says that beknighted weather bastard. No barbeque (plus I don’t have a bbq thingy anyway).
This chicken parmigiana intrigues me though, especially if I’ll get to smack it with a tenderizer. On the other hand, I have a brand new crock pot. Design my menu around that, my little vunderslave. And it takes me whole minutes to come up with these straight lines, don’t you dare ignore them!
misstee, what kind of naughty do you want to be?
I got naughty out of my system -
I made brownies and ate two of them while teetoddler was napping. They are for desert tonight.
I also have supper all made - its in the fridge ready to be put in the oven at 5:00 pm.
Wow! She did a lot better than I do, and I go to the Dental Fears Research Clinic at the U-Dub (UW)