Packing is no problem for me–if I move at my speed (and not Roomie’s), I could have the whole house packed and ready to move by Sunday night. It’s selling our place that I think is going to take a while. And I am impatient. VERY impatient.
I want my big house and giant yard and my second damn dog, thank you. 
Happy Thorsday!
You can get to it with a can opener.
Happy Thorsday all,
Still grooving from last night, we added some Stevie Wonder and agreed to try out a singer.
Today is going to be a good day with coffee, I declare it as such.
That is all.
Jim
Wouldn’t that be a can of cat food?
both of which require getting out of bed which I was disinclined to do. Then Nature called, and since I was up anyway . . .
I’m not going to nap later because I’ll end up with insomnia again tonight. sigh
You’re a sharp one, Vunderbob.
Keep 'em under the pillow, or better, one of those foil packets of tender vittles.
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I’m under no obligation to look first for your post saying the same thing 6 entries later and therefore off my screen, so bite me. 
And here I am trying to be a nice guy.
No good deed goes unpunished.
Boys, boys! Don’t fight over me. There’s enough of me for both of you. Seriously. 
Things are kinda slow on the irkfront. I could stand for it to stay that way today. Of course, now that I’ve made the fact public it won’t be.
See post 150.
You are not first on four. 
Nor, Sir, did I claim to be first on four. Rosie, the cute one, made that claim.
Rosie Sorry about your friends. We lost Big Fat Paulie here at Technical Thingies in October to a very aggressive liver cancer, and things haven’t been as fun. He and I were hired within a couple months of each other, and in ten years we just watched other sales critters come and go.
Irk today is something else. My boss is out of town this week in Texas, so I’m supposed to be the adult supervision while he’s gone. And the kids are just goofing off.
We’ve had three vendor reps in for Sales pitches and training, and I only knew about one of them (today’s) ahead of time. And this clown comes in and says, “If you don’t buy more from us, we’re going to drop you from our sellers list.” Well, clown, stop selling your line to the internet people who know nothing more than how to look up the catalog number, and when someone in our area calls you or your Big Company, refer them over to us.
Irksome, very. I just don’t have the patience to deal with people like this anymore, I’m over a decade from even thinking about retiring, and far too old to go looking for another job. They got me trapped by the short hairs.
Thanks for the vent.
: FedExes Goride to Drae :
Vent away. Sean. That’s what we’re here for.
That counts as a snowpocalypse in Raleigh.
I need to make a plan for what I’m going to do on vacation. I have a bag full of t-shirts that need cutting up and I need to figure out what day I’m going to see Der Pa. Hopefully there will be pecans in the back yard that I can get to before every squirrel in Metrolina shows up.
I don’t know where you’re looking, but for the rest of us, there are 50 posts per page, which makes #s 51, 101, 151, 201, 251, etc etc etc the first on their respective pages
I was just poking him.
150 is a reference to “no good deed goes unpunished.”
Do Not Poke Da Bear. This will cause da bear to steal your pic-a-nic basket.