That’ll go nicely with the wine dispenser
I’m going downtown for a dress rehearsal today. Should be fun. 
I will go downtown shortly. After learning I’ve apparently killed the MMP. 
no, you’re not a murderer. It was just pining for the fjords.
So I guess I’m not an MMP murderer. Or a mirror murderer either.
I remember when a mirror died. I was in Austria with some friends in a hotel room, when a mirror fell off the wall and broke. We discussed it, and decided that none of us were going to have bad luck, be cause we hadn’t killed the mirror - it had committed suicide.
Though, come to think of it, this was about seven years ago.
And now off to downtown.
Home from the doctor, all went well and I am cleared for surgery.
Also, I lost 7 pounds and I wasn’t even trying. I’ve been feeling better and doing more than usual.
Sah-son and I loaded up the truck, I have all my books moved, we’re almost done.
Today was the last trip to the dump as well, all the big boxes are gone. Until I start ordering more stuff.
Then I come home, walk in the kitchen and a mouse going whizzing by. I hate mice, hate hate hate mice.
Congrats Doggio on the promotion!
I finished off the meatballs for N.O.L. , I should log in to irk but I think a nap first. I am beyond blurf right now.
Just waiting till it’s time to head to Virginia. If **FCD **gets home in time, I’ll take the car. Otherwise, it’s the truck. So I’ll continue to knit and watch TV.
OYKW just called. He has a gnawin’ and a cravin’ for fried poke chops so he wants to go to the really good local [del]hog trough[/del] country cookin’ buffet for dindin. Works for me. Hey, he’s a buyin’ so I’m a eatin’! 
Now I done killded the MMP! :eek:
I’s stuffded! Well, not over stuffded but full as a tick. They had chikin livers at the [del]hog trough[/del] buffet. YUM! Anywho, we’s both fed and happy now. As we were walkin’ out together, mind you, a little old lady came up to us, looked at OYKW, then at me, and then, lookin’ right at me, asked me if I would help her step up on the curb to go inside. She said she didn’t want to walk all the way down (the entire fifteen feet!) to the curb cut. So I did. OYKW was all, “What is it with you and little old ladies? I can’t believe she looked at both of us and then asked you, like she thought you would but I wouldn’t.” I said, “Maybe you look like the type that would kick puppies and little old ladies.” I offered to find him a tshirt that says, “Kicks puppies and little old ladies.” He said if I found one he’d wear it. We’re together because we’re too weird for anybody else.
I hate the second Wednesday of the month, otherwise known as Get Up At Four, Travel Two Hours Each Way For a One Hour Meeting Then Be So Tired As To Be Disoriented For The Rest Of The Day.
Especially when the videoconference doesn’t work and I could have just dialed in on the phone from home.
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I said, “Maybe you look like the type that would kick puppies and little old ladies.” I offered to find him a tshirt that says, “Kicks puppies and little old ladies.” He said if I found one he’d wear it. We’re together because we’re too weird for anybody else.
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I can create artwork and send it to people who are good at printing things on bear-size t-shirts, or I can walk said artwork over to the next room and embroider it.
One-off printing is kinda spendy, and one-off embroidery gets into really 'spensive and might involve special favors pricing. :eek:
Well, I got yelled at today by a parent. For about 20 minutes. I found out what a rotten teacher I am and how my student’s grades reflect my actions and have nothing to do with anything else. I was also told several straight out lies by the same individual if that gives you any idea about their credibility.
Even though I know that I’ve got the child’s best interests at heart and that I did the best that I could given the circumstances, it’s still pretty hard to sit there and listen to that kind of thing. Looking back upon it, there are things I could have done differently, but ultimately the outcome would have been the same. I would have just gotten yelled at sooner rather than later.
Sticks and Scones - feeling glum 
Well
well well well
The City of Hagerstown sent me a nice official letter stating that my property meets the City definition of a Vacant Residential Property and needs to be licensed in their Vacant Structure program.
They thoughtfully enclosed an application for me to review, sign and return along with a check for $100. An inspection of my property may be required.
I wonder how this determination was made?
I know we only come out at night, but I swear you can see our reflections in the mirror and we are quite real.
{{{StickyBuns}}} hang in there. That parent will figure out that his/her special little snowflake ain’t all that special in due time.
sari ummmm… you live in a vacant house? I’m impressed!
gotti “special favors pricing” sounds vaguely dirty. I like it!
Now 'tis time to go snuggle and watch teevee until sleepy time. Sounds like a plan!
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Sah, mebbe you should dump your moving boxes in the Code Enforcement office instead of the landfill.
Back from BBQ with former boss and some former coworkers. I gotta say, I truly am glad I retired when I did. The idiocy there has gotten worse and people are quitting like crazy. Al said if they had to man round-the-clock, they couldn’t do it. We used to do it frequently when I worked there.
And the security chief was walked out the door! :eek: Yep, I got out at the right time.
Oh, and the BBQ place kinda sucked. Oh well… I’m home, so there’s that.
Time to recline. *** MWAH!***
Being a girl I would have thought you knew how to wear a dress without rehearsing it.
No, S/He will not. Parents are crazy and blind about their larvae.
When the kid machine guns the neighborhood, the parent will talk to CNN about what a kind, helpful, wonderful child it is.
:dubious:
I meetinged. I worked. I walked the dog. It’s Beer O’clock.
: Jitters happily :
You’re squatting in your own home?:dubious:
Filled with Sah-Dog excrement.
{{{{sticky}}}} You did what you could,
rosie, it’s not pinin’, it’s passed on!