Scribble! On the upside, there are spaces in the couch fort mark 2 that are going for incredibly reasonable rates! Just tell 'em matey sent ya!
Oh and (massivehug!)
Oh, and I’m wondering how TelcontarStorm’s doing… Need to schedule out the Chicago Diplomacy if needed. 
In a nice, soft, comforting way, of course!
ArrMatey–have you checked into the pirate thread? (Aah, the SDMB–where you can be in two places at once, even if you’re not anywhere at all!)
And thanks for the hug–here’s one in return {{ArrMatey}}
I’m happy to cuddle into–oof!–on the couch fort mark 2.
And I’ve got an interview for a GA next week, Tuesday at 9 am. Wish me luck.
LUCK!
And yes, I’m on the pirate thread! I wanna use it to broadside the other threads around it!
LUCK!
And yes, I’m on the pirate thread! I wanna use it to broadside the other threads around it!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Washte!
::Quickly whips up a cake, complete with candles::
Tried to work on the LJ last night, but every time I tried to check the FAQ I got a 404 screen and I finally gave up. Oh, and my username there is different; LurkMeister didn’t sound right for a LJ so I went with another name I use: brenhawk.
Oh, and a friend is taking pictures of the kittens with his digital and putting them on a CDROM for me; I’ll post them as soon as I get them.
And yet another Happy Birthday, Washte!!! from me.
Oooh! Birthday! We’ll fire a 21 nerf-gun salute from the battlements of the couch-fort mark 2!
Aren’t you an absolute darlin’!!
Thank you LurkMeister. Very much.
::sniff, sniff::
I’m very touched.
Will look up your username and add you. Mine is the same as here.
Looking forward to seeing kitty photos.
Anyone wanna share this bottle of Asti Martini with me? Also have some pizza here…
Hugs and very best wishes to you all!!
Washte!!
Oh, and cheers muchly for the cake!! 
Hope you didn’t light the candles though… We don’t want to worry the fire brigade on such a lovely evening…
You now have your first friend on your LJ Lurky
I was just looking at your info listed in your LJ.
Summat very interesting. Your birthday is the same day as Kal’s and my anniversary!
Or mine and Kal’s…
Where’s the grammar squad when you need 'em??
I’d love some pizza. Especially if I can eat it while curled up whimpering on the couch-fort mark 2.
The suckage of my life has increased. Check out my latest post to a thread called “He wants to go for coffee!!!” for details. I’m too tired to bother with the link right now. And the hamsters are sharing my lack of energy right now.
Hey Scrib. Plenty of room in the couch-fort mark 2. Have some 'za. Whimper if ya want, then get up and walk it off. We’re behind ya on the whole matter. Plenty of kitties and puppies behind ya, too.
Oh, and if you want me to add his name to the “Chicago Diplomacy” list, just say the word.
Thanks (I think), ArrMatey, but he doesn’t deserve Chicago diplomacy. (At least, not if what I think you mean by “Chicago diplomacy” is actually what you have in mind.) I was happier when I thought he was turning out to be a scumball. Now I have no real reason to be angry or to feel that I was better off for getting rid of him.
Jumps onto couch, kicks off shoes, curls up with a kitten, holding pizza in one hand and pulling blankets over herself with the other.
And you know what’s really pathetic? I’ve been speaking enough Spanglish with the guy recently that the first word for “getting rid of” was “echar,” the Spanish verb meaning “to kick out or throw away” (as with trash, etc.) It took me a couple of minutes to come up with “get rid of” as an appropriate substitute. Which makes me think of talking with him, which, in turn, makes me miss him. Horribly.
Okay. So I’m a lousy proofreader, too.
Insert the phrase “that came to mind” between “word” and “for” in the last paragraph of my last post.
Oy.
But at least I have a kitten.
I am typing this with three kittens draped across my chest (there were four, but the orange one kept climbing over my arm and I was afraid he was going to fall). Supper’s ready now, so I may have to return them to their mother so I can eat without dripping spaghetti on them.
Happy Birthday, my dear!
Cheers for the happy birthday wishes.
I had a great day. So much I went to work yesterday with a headache from the bottle of Asti I drank (mostly by myself).
Therefore, please pardon the intoxicated ramblings above
Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend.
BBQ anyone??
I’ve been promising pictures of the kittens; it may be a little longer than I thought. Shortly after my previous post (having returned the kittens to their nest so I could eat supper), I found that Mama cat, having apparently gotten upset about her kittens being handled so much, had decided to move them. Unfortunately, the place she moved them to was behind the piles of boxes in the room I laughingly call the library, the door to which had somehow been left open. There is no way I can get to them without moving piles of boxes, which unfortunately I don’t have time to do just now. We were able to keep one of them, the off-white one with black markings, which has been adopted by Beth and being hand-fed. She was talking about keeping one anyway, so I guess this will be the one.
Just the latest in the string of annoyances this week that are slowly drving me out of my mind.