first on three!
First on three!
{{{elfkin and fambly}}}
Scary stuff, indeed.
OP:
Ernie the hoarder. He takes socks (dirty and clean), small towels, flip-flops, ALL OF THE TOYS, toilet paper tubes, bones, large snacks… All of them go under the bed into his lair. Pity the fool who sticks his hand under there to rescue their flip-flop. Nah, not really… but he gets a bit frantic.
He also eats toenail clippings. :ugh:
This just in from the Pathetically Funny Division of TVCTPMO:
In today’s mail was a property tax bill for the property once known as The VunderLair. Never mind that deed-in-lieu proceedings started last October, and I signed away the deed on March 6th of this year.
I sent it back to the [del]bloodsucking bastards[/del]tax office, but I’m expecting them to fight.
Gak.
Both boys have chest colds & coughs. Got to sleep last night about 1am, woken up a few times during the night by sick kiddies and then awake at 6:15am to get ready for work. Glad I have a desk job.
Now where the hell is the nearest coffee place (I used to be a morning person - what happened)?
{{{Elfkin}}} you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.
Battle Pope hope the sick goes away soon.
Home from evenin’ prayer over to the church house and from visitatin’ my friend in the horsepistol. If Jim can walk down the hall and back he’ll get sprung tomorrow. So, prayers, good thoughts and appropriate/inappropriate appendage crossin’ will be much appreciated, but not “appreciated” cause that would be wrong. 
And on that note I shall go lie upon the bed and watch teevee until sleepy time.
Nitey Nite Y’all! Don’t forget to use coasters.
It may not be a true once in a lifetime opportunity, but it’s certainly a not very often opportunity - we’ve got “community credentials” (aka tickets) to attend the DNC next week when President Obama accepts the nomination.
I’m not surprised that I will not be allowed to bring explosives or outside food, but they’ve also restricted “professional” cameras, and mine fits their parameters, so I may be asking friends if they have a pocket-size camera I can borrow.
One weird restriction is no unopened envelopes or packages. I understand why, but it just sounds strange. Remind me not to pick up my mail before going.
This and Tulvan Throat Singing?
Did I miss a staff meeting? 
I got off work at Noon so that Mrs. Plant v.3.0 and I could drive to Texarkana to pick up a 55 gallon aquarium she bought on Ebay. I think that makes sixteen, counting the two two gallon Honeymoon Suites.
I love Her so very much.
Sometime I will tell you guys the tale.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 74 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 89 and rain. We did get some rain yestiddy which I wanted, so we shall see.
gotti 
on the tickets. It’s a great once in a lifetime opportunity. Too bad you can’t bring a nice sealed congratulatory note though. I hope you can find a camera.
The weather this weekend promises to be nice. This makes da bear happy cause we plan on havin’ a little poolside gatherin’ on Sattidy with a bbq. I envision smoked boston <snerk > butt <snerk>, coleslaw, baked beans, garlic bread and ‘nanner puddin’. Plus adult beverages. Speakin’ of which, I need to make a trip to the liquor sto’ after irk today as I sure don’t want to do that tomorrow when everybody is in there cashin’ paychecks as entertainin’ as that is. I also plan on makin’ two ‘nanner puddin’s, one for the partay and one to take to the church house on Sunday for brunch. The Lutherans officially show up Sunday and we’re kickin’ it off with a joint service and the usual first Sunday brunch. Should be nice.
Ok, I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. I am considerin’ pickin’ up a bizkit for it on the way in to irk. Of course, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence as well.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
Blurf.
I’s annoyed. A 4 day weekend on tap, and it’s s’posed to rain for 2 and a half of them. Moral: get the yahd mowed early.
TVCTPMO has decreed that I work today, instead of taking a rare 2nd day off. Blurf, indeed. <insert giraffeboard axe smilie>
{{{{elkin}}}}}
Pearl, I like polka. Last move I just chunked most of my possessions into the dumpster.
I treated tummy to a bacon/aig/cheese bizkit and grits from a local favorite breakfast/lunch place, Pearly’s. Tummy is very happy with me right now.
What iz TVCTPMO and do I need it???
Cuz I got nothing else.
TVCTPMO is The Vast Conspiracy To Piss Me Off, and you certainly DON’T need it. The next step up is The Sound Of The Universe Cocking The Fuck With Me Gun.
The Virtual Cretins That Pester My Office?
I stand corrected.
Everyone say Happy Birthday Cuervo!!
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Mawnin all and happy Thursday,
Happy you say? Yes happy, Today I go to negotiate salary for my new job. I have been offered the position of head of audio for a local production company. That will end sixteen years of self employment and the tax nightmare it causes. I will have an office and can hang up my touring laminates. I can have a dog and possibly a girlfriend. The possibilities are endless, wish me luck
JIM
I just got off the phone with The New Denizen of The Property Formerly Known As The VunderLair. A nice young guy. I gave him a few details of the place that we would have told him if he bought the joint from us directly.
I also mentioned that I got the property tax bill yesterday, and he said it’s already been paid, which was good news to me. Suck it, Cottonfield County Tax office and TVCTPMO they work for.
He has grown into his ears.
On the one hand, my shoulder fucking hurts. Still (from Sunday). Like, tears in my eyes hurt. On the other hand, my boyfriend is coming down and we’re going to have dinner together tonight.