No, no no, Lissla, don’t cry. See, the thing is, some of these people just aren’t allowed to leave the country. Because of some… things… that we really don’t want to talk about… because… well, we just don’t talk about it.
Okay, it’s just that nobody cares about the Canadians, see? You’re like our retarded stepchildren*. Except for you. On the off chance that I could trick everbody into having the MMPfest at the Desmond, I’ll come to Toronto and pick you up. Your husband too, if he wants to come.
Waitaminnit… that’s stupid.
If I’m willing to drive all the way around that stupid lake (Yeah, hah, “lake.” That’s an Inland Sea. Shut up and stop snickering.) and back to Albany, then I should be willing to drive you on to Dayton, right? That’s shorter than to Albany from the Friendship Bridge, right? Please tell me that’s right. Why in hell do you have to live in Toronto? I can’t get there from here. Stupid lake. Do they still run the ferry between Rochester and Toronto? In October?
Mmnph. I’m starting to think that they want to exclude us Northeasterners on purpose. And FairyChatMom is going to be busy then. Bad Rue. Bad.
No FariryChatMom, no Lissla Lissar? No Exgineer.
Period.
*Insert standard “Exgineer ragging the Cnucks” disclaimer here.
May I press my nose up against the window of your MMP Dopefest?
I had a great day and a kind of an icky day today. My aunt and uncle are visiting and I was supposed to meet them for a bit o’ shoppin’ but my car’s battery decided today would be a good one to die. AAA saved me and I went off to spend way too much on a new battery and then met up with the relatives for a late lunch.
Trouble with a battery doesn’t keep me away from shopping, so after lunch we went to a couple of places and zapped into Target for something or other. Taters, they have pretty nice garden furniture so maybe you can compromise. Swampbear does have a point about the grill being where it’s at, but if kid-dirt is all that’s holding your old furniture together, you need new stuff. Maybe a new grill and just some new furniture? Big pillows and tell people you’ve heard there’s less pollution at ground level?
I envy you all your grills, cancerous or not. I have one of those tiny little plug-in grills that I use only in extreme grilling emergencies. And I call myself a Californian!
Well, I think we should have a MMPfest where I work, since I never get to leave the damn place. I mean, really. It’s Friday and I’m just posting for the first time in the MMP. And there was some good stuff on the first page, too! Superglue, I could talk for days about superglue. I’m pretty sure that most of my parent’s house is held together with superglue. See, my brother and I would fight a lot and end up breaking things, so we would Superglue to put them back together so we wouldn’t get in trouble. Smart kids, that was us. (Insert days of talking about Superglue here)
My grill has a bit o’ the cancer as well, but I can’t really complain. I got it for free from a friend of my gf, and still works ok. The lighter button thinger has never worked, though.
Here comes a couple of disturbing stories about Dayton that I thought of when Rue mentioned the airport.
I’ve been to Dayton in October (or maybe November). I’ve actually spent about a month (spread over a couple years) in Dayton. That was enough for me. There’s a hair-cutting school near the fancy hotel we stayed in (Double Tree? The one with the big, tasty, free cookies), and being the fashiony-type person that I am, I went there for a haircut. I walked in to find about 30 black guys sitting in barber chairs smoking, talking, and most definitely not cutting hair. As I walked in, all conversation stopped, and one of them got up and asked, “What do you want, whitey?” I stood there for a second, said, “Nothing at all, sir.” and walked out. Weird stuff. A friend of mine also got the crap beat of him in the little park in front of the hotel by a homeless guy. Ended up with a broken jaw and some cracked ribs. So, I guess those are my stories about Dayton. Nice airport, though.
Ashes, Ashes, I’ve been looking at new patio furniture too. However, this will have to wait. My cheesy white plastic table, with my cheesy, white plastic high-backed chairs will have to do for another season. Okay **Swampy, ** I hear you smirking over there. No doubt my patio furniture is the height of tackiness, but it’s somplace to put our butts when we’re out in the yard.
There is absolutley NO doubt I’m getting new furniture. However, I’m doing a ROOM at a time. So, the furniture at must ABSOLUTELY get replaced is the furniture in my “great room”. (Why do they have to have such grandiose names for rooms? It just sounds so…well…snotty). Anyway, I plan to purchase a new sofa, two club type chairs (one of those MUST recline and one must come with an ottoman); and new coffee/end tables. Plus a lamp or two. So, you see I’m not asking for the whole world, just a room at a time.
The problem has been finding furniture I like. Usually, if I find something I like, I’m not impressed by the warranty. So, I’ll get there…eventually. Maybe I’ll win the Christopher Lowell contest at the local furniture store here. Then I won’t have to worry about it and he’ll come in and decorate my room with $20,000 grand worth of furniture! Hah! Sure I’ll win…and I’m the Queen of England too! I never win anything.
Taters, that’s nothing. My indoor chairs are those white plastic ones.
What? We don’t have any money and it’s not yard-sale season yet. prepares for swampy’s screaming
In spite of the “retarded stepchildren” comment, that was really rather sweet, Ex. And I happen to live in Toronto because it’s a very nice place (more or less) with excellent food. And everyone knows how food-obsessed I am. What i don’t understand is why we can’t have the Dopefest here. Eats_Crayons and I are both in Toronto. This makes Toronto the obvious choice!