Tell you what, donkey. Read The Bear Handbook if you haven’t already. After that you can be a bear. Just a very, very, very young one.
<snerk> GayMart <snerk>
Hoo—kaaaay, I’ve had a hellacious couple of days here at work. I stayed late last night and the night before.
First things first, Rue sending good vibes to you and yours. I hope everything turns out okay. You have me all worried.
FCM, sending good vibes and best wishes for a speedy recovery to FCD . Surgery is always seems scary.
I live in Washington state, famous for it’s apples, and I’ve never heard of cider donuts either.
I am coming down with a cold, dammit. I hate having a cold. It’s not full blown yet, but I’m sure by tomorrow it will be.
I need to get ready for yet another meeting :rolleyes:
Maple donuts?
Oh, I KNOW I like those, and I’ve never even tasted one.
Mmmmm.
Could we get on to page four already?
Every time I open this thread to page three I see my post up there at the top and I’m sick and tired of reading it, so CHOP CHOP people! Let’s get after it!
A couple for Swampy:
There is a prospect of a
thrilling time ahead of you.
- and -
Don’t let others stop you from
doing what you know is right
Hmmm… didn’t know cider donuts were strictly a Northeast thing. Guess we’re just lucky! I’d send some to everyone, but they really are best fresh. Stale cider donuts just wouldn’t be right!
Doing my part for page four.
The shelves are drying from their second coat. We only waited for them to dry, not to cure or whatever. These are free shelves that we don’t care about too much. One more coat on some bits in a couple hours, and then I’m done. Laundry’s done, too, but I’m not putting it away until the paint’s dry. I’m not transferring my clean clothes past some fresh wet burgundy paint.
Mr. Lissar and I did most of the painting together. It was all romantic, and I didn’t fling paint at him.
What do I want for my birthday? It’s in two weeks, and Mr. Lissar wants to know what I want.
It’s been page 4 for me - I can’t get more than 40 posts per page…
<snerk> IN BED! <snerk>
<snerk> IN BED! <snerk>
Is it page 4 yet?
Everybody over to my place for cider doughnuts! I’ve already got a recipe and just need to get all the ingredients. What else should I fry, since I’ve got all that oil?
One demerit to Donkey for weaseling on a technicality. It’s a fact that if you don’t hang it properly, that robe is gonna come alive and fuzzy you half to pieces. You’ll be spitting lint for weeks!
Gaymart-- how perfectly <snerkable>.
Well, I’m off to open house night. An hour of sitting around, ocassionally interrupted by the parents of kids who don’t need to have a talk with the teacher. Plus, it’s dark, and when it’s dark you go home. Everybody knows that boogie monsters come out of the bushes when it’s dark.
In regards to Gaymart:
http://gothere.com/sandiego/Hillcrest/directory.htm
Scroll down to the listing of clothing stores, and you’ll find a listing for Gaymart. It’s not a good link, because I think the place shut down, but there seriously WAS a Gaymart in San Diego.
snerk
I’m still splotchy with red paint. And Dishwashing Husband and Driving Husband are coming over for dinner later. Pulled pork and some sort of veggies and black bean dip and tzatziki and skordalia. Maybe. If I can get the kitchen tidy.
Doing my part to get this to page four.
When I was a kid I always pictured the boogey man in my mind as a monster made of boogers, with a long kinda wolf snout and red glowing eyes. I do not know where or how I conjured this image. But to me boogey=boogers. I know, I know, I was a weird kid.
I am NOT staying late at work tonight. I busted my ass to pull some data together for a report. I worked through my lunch too. I got the damn numbers and then I received an e-mail from the boss saying he “sensed” the report needed some refinements and that he wanted to meet at 1000 hours tomorrow. That went over like a turd in a punch bowl to me. I went to his office and told him that I wanted to meet today and that I had the numbers, and by God, we were going to review them. He was a little surprised. I wasn’t all vehement like, I worded it slightly differently, but the *meaning * was there.
Well, on to my next project now…
I am bored at work today. I need entertaining and no-one wants to play 
As I should have added in my earlier post my “friend with benefits” calls me ma’am mainly because I am technically kinda his sorta boss but he doesn’t directly report to me
Besides the whole sourthern gentlemen thing really does it for me
It does it for me too ems. If those of you who have met me think I talk all funny like, y’all should hear ACBG when he gets to goin’ on and on. Makes me sound positively yankeefied I tell ya! 
You apparently have access to the internet! What else could you want?
“goin’ on and on”: Gerund form of “to go on and on”. Means __________________________.
And swampy, what if I own that book? Besides embarrassed, what does that make me?
Why didn’t my house clean itself when I was out shopping for pita?
I was hoping for a similar miracle. After all, I was gardening at church. That should count for something, dammit!
I’ve never heard of cider donuts either, and I’m from Michigan (land of lots of apples) originally. There are lots of apple orchards here in Ohio, too. But they sound good. (Are you sure you can’t send us any, taxi?
Gotta go do more laundry…
GT
My house doesn’t clean itself, either. Lissla, at least you have Quasi-Daughters to clean and organize for you. I have to do it all by myself. But the dishes are done and the laundry is done. I got distracted after I went to the library and got some fun books, so I would have gotten more cleaning done, but it’s better than nothing.
I’m going to Target tomorrow! Yay!! I need to go shopping for a printer and some other junk, so Target sounds like just the place. I haven’t been there for at least a week.
I made Tibetan curried potatoes last night, and while I was doing laundry, I found some yellow spots on my pants. Turmeric is very stainy. Or maybe I’m just a messy cook. Or both. I really am very messy when I cook. I think it’s genetic. I don’t understand how some people can cook without getting flour and sugar all over the floor and smears of butter on the counter. I need a stainless steel kitchen with drains in the floor, so I can just hose everything down after I cook. Oh, well, at least the results are worth it. The Tibetan potatoes are very yummy–I should make them again soon.
I’m off work today, but not for any fun reason. My sweetie has to get one more shot in the neck before his surgery. His appointment is at 10, and they want us there at 9:30. I usually get to work at 6, but had I gone in, I’d have been leaving at 8 to get here in time to get him to the Med Center on time, then I could have gone back to work for 2 more hours - somehow it didn’t make sense to drive the 100+ miles that would be 2 round trips for 4 hours of non-productive work. So I took off.
After we get back and he’s crashed (the shots really take a lot out of him) I’ll take advantage of the free time to take my recycling to the convenience center. Maybe I’ll start raking, too - we’ve already got a metric buttload of leaves down, and the trees don’t look near nekkid.
You shall be allowed to call yourself a bear then donkey. A young bear. How’s that?
Silly goin’ on and on means exactly what it says. Southerners don’t just talk, we go on and on and on. After all, why say in three words what you can easily stretch out to twenty words.