Have you grown any of the very large hostas?
I had a great uncle who had some sort of mental illness. He was never spoken of except in hushed tones, and his letters went unanswered.
It’s pretty early in the year, but some of the hostas were pretty huge last year. I divided several of them so they’re not as full as they were, but the leaves are quite large, and some are tall. I think I have 13 or 14 different varieties between what I had here and what I traded with my mom for.
Went to see my quack today. Blood work was utterly normal, save for my A1c. The fact that I’m a diabetic is about as closely guarded of a secret as Swampy having Teh Gay.
Are those the hostas with the mostas?
I’m thinking about stuff like this.
I’m pretty sure I have the Blue Angel and the Earth Angel - at least the pictures look similar to plants have.
Which reminds me - I need to feed them all. I’ll do it tomorrow - I’m just too beat today…
I got the on campus interview.
I am very, very pleased.
Wait.
What?
WHAT?
Swampy’s gay?
:thumbs up:
:congenial slap to the back:
They don’t eat pets or small children? Double your water bill in the Summer? 
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
When is it? And could we meet for dinner that evening?
:Thumbs up: 
Wait.
What?
WHAT?
I’m gay?
I’ve always wanted to do that.
Soapy YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
Purty flahrs MOOOOOOM. Sucks about the well though. Maybe they’ll get it done this week.
So I should just change my job title to Evil Bearer of Bad News. We get word down from TPTB at freakin’ one p.m. this afternoon that an increase in hours of training, for which they do get paid, scheduled for participants beginnin’ next week will be delayed two weeks. Not only that but the number of hours will not be seven but three hours per week. Thus I have sent umpteen faxes (it must be faxes not emails accordin’ to TPTB. don’t get me started on that stupidity) to announce this and am receiving umpteen phone calls as a result. AAAAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!
Here endeth the irkplace bitch.
awesome sauce! :d
n/m
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Wow. You have a fax machine? Does it have a rotary dial?
I was mildly intrigued that a local government entity here has advanced a bit technologically. Rather than just faxing in a document, I was asked to scan it and email it as a PDF.
Some silliness when otherwise serious headlines get truncated:
13 Charged in Hazing Death of Florida
Did the original colonies start bullying other states?
YAAAAY for Soapy!! <flinging confetti with wild and reckless abandon> OK, maybe that’s a bit of an overreaction, but what the heck! 
The sun is out and the weather radar isn’t as terrifying as it might be. The nice lady from the well company has promised to call me around 7 tomorrow to let me know what’s going on. Fingers crossed for a dry evening and night and morning…
**FCD **is going to be late - no idea how late, but they’ve got a crisis at work and since he’s the head mechanical engineer, he gets to go to meetings and stuff. Poor baby. So dinner will be late. And I’m starving!!! Or at least I will be in a little while. Stoopit work problems.
PS - swampy’s gay? :eek: Really? Do we permit that sort of thing in the MMP?? :eek:
Didn’t Chico’s Bail Bonds sponsor the Bad News Bears?
Besides isn’t a bail bonds place just an office? There may be unsavory characters, but nothing inappropriate for a kid to see (other than Dog’s mullet)
I’m about to have to make some very tough decisions. However, I didn’t sleep much last night so I’m going to hold off. I am giving myself until Saturday to see how things play out. (Someone in the minirants thread said to never make a big decision when you’re tired. Good advice that I shall take.)
In other words, I don’t know how much longer I can stay with Culinary Boy. He’s starting to head down the same path that nearly tore me apart last year and I’m not putting up with that again. I’m looking for my own place now. I have certain requirements of him that I’m going to make that I can’t put on him now since he’s in no condition to listen to me. If he doesn’t get himself into that condition by Saturday, I’m done. No more of this.