I couldn’t handle living with Riley, but I do admire his attitude. And he likes me, which is nice. Dachshunds can be great little dogs, though I’m not much for littler dogs in general. I make exceptions based on particular ones, though, and Riley, I like.
A happy new week to all !!!
Back from the haunters convention where I introduced the concept of Zomish. For explanation see
http://cybercoins.net/images/armstrong/zomish.jpg
and it is safe for work.
You think you’re telling me tales of woe, with all your snowy stories. But you just make me envy you all the more.
Sigh.
Ruble that pic needs to go in the picture thread and on your Christmas card. 
Outta here for the day!!! It’s pretty out, sunny and warm-ish. And there’s a baseball game in my future tonight.
Swampy - if you get a chance send it to the thread guy and link here for my OK to add it to the one he already has. (I would but I am being a responsible adult at work this week)
As for the Christmas card ------- I don’t get to pick pictures for that anymore. The Good Wife put her foot down the year I used a still from a medical procedure I had involving a camera and my kidneys. Hey - I thought it was a natural! Almost any guy will show you the outside of his penis; I thought the inside was sort of unique. Being a married man I was wrong ----- of course. But it did sound like a good idea at the time.
I’ll update taxi later but I just had to say that I’m sitting here at a restaurant alone and CRACKING UP after looking at that lovely photo by kopek
(((Generall Hugs all round))))
Almost human today. We’ll see how it holds. Nat’s blood sugars are driving us insane, though, and he was high overnight and Mr. Lissar slept in his room on the floor, got him to sleep after midnight, and had to get up for work at 5. Mr. Lissar says he’s alive but not enjoying it.
Blurf. That’s about all I’ve got right now.
Happy happy joy joy! It’s Quit o’clock. I’s goin’ home, and off to vote (NC primary is today).
OH NO!!! As if I didn’t have enough places on teh internets to waste my time, I have discovered a facebook page about ye olde hometowne! The wall… you are from LaGrange, GA if… is laced with crack! Crack, I say! I may need an intervention.
In other news, I am baking a chicken pot pie and it smells yummerific!
Oooh! I want chicken pot pie.
But we’re gonna have chicken Marsala and a sundried tomato and pasta side dish. Yum!
Yup. BTDT. It gets worse when they hit puberty, especially for a girl. When her cycle hits, we just aim for the general vicinity of a decent blood glucose and leave it at that. We have to test her at least 8 times a day, because it’s just all over the chart.
You’re not alone. Remember that. {{{{Lissla}}}}
Made it to Zumba last night, but we got notification yesterday that our kids had a strings concert. Last night. Talk about short notice! I worried that I reeked at the concert: thankfully, no one sat near us. From the time I left Zumba, we had 15 minutes to get the kids to the concert.
I’ve found a bender good for curing internetosis.
Calling Dr Daniels - Dr Jack Daniels Calling Dr Daniels - Dr Jack Daniels
As long as you’re hurling directives, can you do something about keeping the weather exactly as it is right now for at least a few months? kthxbai.
Either I really, really wanted chicken pot pie or I surpassed all past efforts in chicken pot pieness cause that was one fine, fine chicken pot pie! NUM!
Whew! Came home, mowed the back yard, made supper, ate supper, took daughter to retrieve her car ($811!!!), ran to the grocery store, came home and packed tomorrow’s lunches, washed dishes. Whew!
And, alas, I must add to the Mumper death count. Yesterday, our spiky pufferfish left the earthly realm. Then today when I came home, the wolf eel was stiff on the bottom of the aquarium, and several other fish were noshing on her remains. So I sang a chorus of “The Circle of Life” and **FCD **disposed of her eely carcass. That’s it. No more death. I have spoken.
Kopek, love the pic! If you ever find yourself south and east of DC, you must call!!
Hugs and gropes to everyone - take what you want!
And that’s pretty much all I’ve got. How sad is that?
just had a good giggle at Cousin’s expense - she was talking about a trip she’d taken a few years back to Carlsbad Cavern, only she couldn’t think of its name, so she called it the bat cave - to which I responded “nananananananana nananananananana Bat Cave!” we both giggled extensively
I am tired of having an interesting life.
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Taxi**, my friend and assistant, GilaMonster, has been catering alot of free parties for her church, mostly alone. I contacted the pastor because I didn’t think she was aware of what was going on and she wasn’t. There’s a bunch more to the story that I can’t go into but that’s the gist of it. I just wrote the pastor back tonight.
Ok–the nibbling eel carcass almost made me lose my dinner. Blech.
I had Yorkshire pud and roast beast for dinner. I have dined and dined well. I am stuffed. #2 son is at soccer practice; #1 son is at work. TH is downtown at some cancer fundraiser/business meeting. It’s 68 outside, sunny with a mild breeze. I not only got through my entire list, I even did some extra stuff.
I so rock. <smug smiley here>