I miss having dogs, just for stuff like this. Gotta work on that. 
Jim
Back when I worked in The Factory in the Boonies (just 5km from town, but out of town so the boonies), if we wanted pizza delivered we had to send someone to the bridge at the edge of town to pick it up.
I never got to be the person calling the pizza place and saying “yeah, three pizzas delivered at the bridge”, but if we went a long time without doing it, the people at the other end would be pretty confused. There was always someone who remembered, or someone smart enough to look up delivery addresses and find “the bridge” as our factory’s address, though, so we always got our pizzas 
Hello Rose,
I’m sorry but I don’t understand your question.
I’m suggesting that you would get to choose either the date and time (date and time are really part of the same thing - the time when the event ocurred) or the new decision.
So, if you made a decision on Jan 1, 2000 at noon, to purchase a certain item, you would specify that date-time combo but you could not specify what item you want to purchase now.
The person who offers you the “do over” is the one who gets to choose what it is that you buy this time around.
I’m sorry. But I don’t think I answered your question very well.
I shall state here and now that Higgs must DIE!!! She decided that she needed to go out some time before 3 this morning. Did I mention that I had to get up at 5 to go pick up **FCD **in DC?? I let her out and she disappeared into the wooded part of the yard, refusing to come when called, tho she did mosey back about 5 minutes or so after I let her out. I re-crated her and went back to bed, but of course, within 20 minutes, she was whining and scratching at the door again, and apparently I didn’t secure it well, because she escaped and leapt upon me.
I kept hoping she’d settle down. Yeah, right. And, naturally, Taz would come and go, getting her riled up when she’d settled a bit. And for the cherry on this crap sundae, he peed in my closet.
I gave up and got up at 5 as planned, and right after I got out of the shower, **FCD **called - they had some kind of problem with the train and they were running late. In fact, I just talked to him and they’re sitting in Richmond, trying to fix whatever is wrong. According to the website, they’ll just be 25 minutes late into DC - I’m guessing that’s a load of hooey, since they were 90 minutes late into Richmond and now they’re just sitting. This day is starting as a major league suck-a-rama. :mad:
I’m pretty sure he’ll never take the train again. Happy Stoopit Saturday. 
Mom, is FCD on the Auto Train or the Carolinian/Piedmont? I took the C/P to DC once and it stopped at every podunk town that still had a station.
It snowed last night and I have to leave for irk in a few minutes. :mad: Three more days and then vacation.
It is indeed Stoopit Saturday.
I woke up this morning to two letters from the council. One said I’ve overpaid the council tax at my old place (which I knew, they took a payment out of my account after I moved out), but they won’t refund it without a signature from my ex-housemate who I’m not in touch with, and have no contact details for. It was taken from my account, I’m the one who overpaid all of it, and I really don’t want to try track her down. I doubt she’d actually sign it anyway, the creep she’s with would just demand some of it.
The other was a threatening letter saying they’re sending the baliffs round :eek: for non-payment of council tax 
I have no idea what the hell they’re playin’ at, 'cos I’m pretty sure they can’t actually send baliffs round to collect money that’s not owed after not sending any bills, and how can I have both overpaid and underpaid the same account? Especially as I was paying by direct debit, so they were just helping themselves from my bank account every month.
The only thing I can think of is that the silly buggers somehow have kept charging me council tax for the rental flat I moved out of in September, which they clearly know I don’t live at, because they sent the bill to my new address…
It’s definitely not for here, incidently, as I’m a lodger, so it’s paid by my landlord, and it clearly states it’s for my old address.
Oh well, the phone lines are closed now until monday, so I’ll have to wait until then before I phone the bunch of muppets and verbally slap them round the head with a herring.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 31 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 51 for the day and sunny. A good cool day to be in da cave. No big plans to go anywhere or do anything today. After all, we already had a weekend adventure. 
MOOOOOOM hope FCD gets in soon. Poor guy.
Nuts do we need to send a box of pointy stick wieldin’ Sri Lankan spiders to the council? That can be arranged.
Ok, now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, well, who knows. I might even go back to bed for a bit.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
How do you freaking people exist at this hour?
I have a ‘voluntary but if you want good marks in your permanent record’ meeting at 9am at work which I will be leaving for soon. Perhaps I’ll see Mom on the way in.
Oh well, at least I should be home at a decent hour after some shopping. Then I can get a nap.
I saw some notes about BARF upthread but didn’t read into them (didn’t have time). It reminds me of a discovery I made years ago when I was having a kidneystone attack one day:
I was feeling really nauseous and thus decided to chew down a bunch a fruit flavored antacids to try to feel better. It didn’t work, so I ended up vomiting. However the antacids made the vomit taste much better!
I was kinda like Blargh!.. Hey that was’t too bad. Hooorguglah!.. Mmm, strawberry. Etc.
And it knocks out the acid feeling on your teeth and the nasty feeling in the sinuses (if you are unlucky enough to get some in there).
So there you go. Happy Saturday all!
In RT’s truck there’s a system where they can communicate with their office. If the truck is moving the screen is blank but an automated voice will ‘read’ messages when they come in. It’s about a 50/50 shot as to whether or not any part of the message can be understood this way.
I’m up this morning and already got my hair did. I found a groupon for a smoothing treatment. It will be interesting to see how it looks when I do it for the first time. Next I’m off to go shopping for clothes for job interviews. I have 3 next week! I haven’t had an interview in at least 10 years. Even if these don’t land me a job, they’ll be good practice.
Good luck with your job interview, Sticky. You may want to read this thread to prepare… though I kinda hope you won’t be asked things like that 
Yesterday night I had a rehearsal with my usual theatre group orchestra. The conductor this year is an old friend of mine. We rode the bus home. We were doing music conducting exercises in the bus for some reason. People must’ve thought we were weird. Haha Good times!
nope. you did. I know understand what you were typing about. and please, call me rosie. Every one else does.
There’s a sticky on the MPSIMS main page with MMP FAQs. Enjoy.
Morning. I’m up, caffeinated, and getting ready for tailgating.
gigi, that could be a new marketing angle: “Tums: make your hornk 40% less nasty”
Nut sorry about the chaos. But you are dealing with politicians, Teh Stoopit is job requirement #1
Moooooom!, hope you get FCD back soon. Gordie doesn’t pee on the carpet, but he does crank it to 11 in my bedroom when the Boxer twins walk by.
with great difficulty
Did you see the thing I posted on your facebook wall?
Yep. Very cool 
I actually have a make-your-own-music-box thing. It’s a pre-made music box that comes with a hole punch and papers, and you punch holes in the paper, and feed the paper through the box like a piano roll. I made a video of it.
gigity fruit-flavored, technicolored puke is the best!
StickyBuns appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed re the job interviews.
Midget that music box thingy is just so jake! 
Ho do you get them into the box? :dubious:
Nuts is going to do the fish slapping dance!
Got my hair cut and now I’m going to yoga. It’s cold–18 degrees–and overcast and it might snow a bit, just enough for everyone to panic and run to the store and buy milk. I’ll be at the store too because I need food. Tonight I will watch tennis and maybe one of the old b&w movies I have on my DVR.
And we’re back. The train was about an hour late into Union Station, and I was about half an hour early, no thanks to the stoopit GPS which took me on the scenic route rather than the direct route. We came home direct.
The train was late because a hose somewhere underneath kept coming disconnected and they’d have to stop and reconnect it, nursing it along till Richmond, where it was repaired. Hence the late arrival. Things got even later because Denny’s was *slooooooooooooooow *in the kitchen. We had very basic orders and it still took over 30 minutes. The restaurant in Waldorf is the most inconsistent when it comes to service - sometimes they’re right on top of things, and then there are days like today.
But that’s all behind us. We’re home. **FCD **is in the shower. Higgs is happy to have her daddy back. And we’re planning to veg the rest of the day. We’re both exhausted. So there’s that. No matter - my sweetie is home!!
Who you callin’ a ho? Oh like you didn’t think I would!
MOOOOOOM I take it FCD has a pug glued to his side.