Rue? Really? Are we sure it was **Rue **and not an impostor? Hi Rue!
Hi scout! And where’s Ashes been lately?
I never used to never wear jewelry other than earrings, but then Grandma sent me the ring Grandpa bought her for their 60th anniversary. And it fit me perfectly. And it wasn’t ostentatious. I’ve been wearing it for just about 13 years now.
It’s Driving Husband that’s getting married to QuasiDaughter…
I’m not at work yet, but I don’t want to be there either. Wish I didn’t need an income. Oh, well, I guess I’ll go make my lunch and finish getting ready…
Just when I think I could not possibly get any gayer, someobdy mentions diamonds and I immediately start humming “Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend”. If I end up bustin’ out in song before the day’s over, it’s all LiLi’s fault!
Howdy Rue! Nice of ya to zoom through the drivethrough. I hope Sean remembered to give you your extra large order of onion rings this time. Did you notice our special on the order board? Poutine and fried okra. It’s been a big hit!
I am a bachelor bear this weekend. ACBG left late yesterday afternoon (after a very proper goodbye, of course) to head over to west Alabammy to see family and go to some kind of bbq thingy that’s real big in the little community he grew up in. I’m talkin’ waaaaaaay back in the sticks. Down a bunch of farm roads even. So I’m all alone. I guess that means I’ll actually iron that great big whack of shirts hangin’ up in my laundry room since I won’t be distracted.
Ouchie on the toe thing Tele. I hope it’s ok.
Thanks to all who’ve crossed appropriate/inappropriate appendages for me.
FCM I’ve hinted real strong to TPTB that southern Maryland would be a nice place for me to go do some work, preferably work that requires me to hang on for a weekend. I’m all noble like that.
Hi, my name is Jahdra and I have a vigorous immune system. According to the doctor, that’s why I’m having such a strong reaction to the pneumonia vaccine. When I drove home last night, I actually screamed when I had to reverse the car, it hurt so bad. Then I felt like I was going to pass out. So I got an appointment that evening, called a friend to take me (scared the hell out of her, she knows I wouldn’t call save imminent death, being a stubborn type person) and got a prescription of lots of Vicodin, ew. I hate vicodin, but it was that or Tylenol 3. Being, as I said, stubborn, I tried to wait it out before taking the second dose, which was a mistake. I feel like I got hit by a semi. Dr wrote me a note to stay off work today, and I should be fine in a few days. Yeah, yeah, if this is a good reaction, why am I only the 2nd person he’s seen this year with a reaction? :dubious: I mean, even my hair hurts. I really want to take a shower, but I can’t stand the thought of water hitting my skin. Even having the fan on bothers me. Blah. I should be grateful I just have piddly shit wrong, instead of the big things, but why does there have to be so much of it? /whine
I must be hungry, because poutine & fried okra actually sounds really good right now. Off to scrounge the pantry for edibles.
My coleslaw is becoming famous! A friend is cooking Boston Butt (snerk) for his place of employment this afternoon, and my slaw was specially requested! Which means I have to make it. Which is why I’m awake this early.
I think Mr. SCL has sleep apnea - his snoring was so bad last night I didn’t get any sleep. Gotta get that man to a doctor, which is an expensive pain in the ass with no health insurance.
I thought a corn dodger was a hush puppy without the onion, and meant for the terminally land-locked.
According to John Wayne/Rooster Cogburn, they make excellent substitutes for clay pigeons when trapshooting, but only if you’re extremely drunk and have one eye…
Driving Husband is proposing to Quasi-Daughter in the near future. Just to make things even more weird and confusing, Quasi-Daughter calls Mr. Lissar Older Brother and he calls her Little Sister.
I like diamonds in small, filigree antique settings. I like sapphire and clear amethyst very much, too. And opals. Mr. lIssar has not bought me opals. Actually, he rarely buys me any jewellery at all. I think I’ll agitate for something closer to our five-year.
Today I should grocery shop (we’re out of chocolate syrup! The horror! How will we survive!), sweep vacuum mop, and tidy. I wasn’t home much yesterday, but I have two days off to fix everything!
GT & Lili, I am downright sullen in the mornings. I hate mornings. Well, that’s not precisely true. September mornings are just like the song - so lovely and full of promise. And I do like mornings when I can relax. But I hate having to get ready and go to work. I hate being chatty with people. Now if you get me at 3 AM the other way, as in having stayed up until 3 AM, I am a whole different person.
Toe injuries - I gave myself two very nasty ones during the move. First one is TMI so if you don’t want to hear it, skip this. I almost completely tore the toenail off of my right pinky at one point. It hardly hurt, surprisingly. I felt it hit, then ignored it, and a few minutes later noticed blood everywhere. The nail is still only like a quarter regrown.
The other one is less TMI but way more painful. I stepped on a garbage can lid in such a way that the edge of it came between my third and fourth toes on my left foot. The lid was cheap, and immediately proceeded to bend, and nearly pulled my toe out of the socket, or so it felt like. This toe then hurt for weeks - it still hurts - if pulled away from the other toe even a little, and swelled up; it looked awful.
Last thing this morning - Drae, it looks like Spats can not make it. So it’ll just be me tomorrow morning. And don’t worry, I can find entertainment on my own - you don’t need to entertain me all day or anything!
Aww. Spats knows what I look like, he was in charge of finding me. We’ll have fun anyway–and then we’ll send him pictures and say nyah nyah and stuff.
To recap, by the stocks just inside the entrance, 11 a.m. or thereabouts, and I’ll be the short redhead in the green skirt and bodice, likely standing with a taller redhead in a purple dress. Possibly exchanging innuendoes with one of the oh-so-cute-but-terribly-underage pickle vendors.
No problem. And at 30, we’re still young enough to hit on those young men. In ten years, it’ll be weird.
I’ll be wearing a black skirt with flowers and either a pink/red shirt or a black shirt, depending on if I find something at the store today or not. Hey! Maybe I’ll wear my flower wreath that I bought last year at the Ren Faire.
SCL he asked me if I wanted to go (I’ve been over for one of those community bbq thingys. They have ‘em I think four times a year) but I politely declined. It’s a waaaaaaaaaaay loooooooooooong ride just for some bbq. I like his family and they like me just like my family likes him. Not that it’d matter whether my family liked him or his family liked me. It ain’t them I’m shaggin’.
We have boxes. Lots and lots and lots of boxes! Today I deal with boxes. Oh well, beats billing. It’ll just make the job changin’ that much sweeter when it happens.
I was trying to comment on the use of the word “marring” instead of “marrying.” But sadly, I forgot that you cannot italicize something that is already in italics.
For those keeping score:
Coding Gremlins 5.73 x10[SUPER]15[/SUPER], Sean 0
We’ll have fun anyway–and then we’ll send him pictures and say nyah nyah and stuff.