Kiss kiss, baby.
Ah! I didn’t click the link so I didn’t realize it’s a chocolatier. But if it’s the place even Belgians prefer over other Belgian chocolate shop, then it must be some seriously good chocolate.
Mmmm. Chocolate. From Belgium. There must be something about that general area of the world that encourages the manufacture of really good chocolate. It’s like the global chocolate trifecta: Belgium, Switzerland and Germany.
I’m sorry – what shopping?
Dang! I want some chocolate real bad. Almost bad enough to hop in the swampmobile and go up the street to the store. Ok, bad enough to hop in the swampmobile and go up the street to the store. 
Be right back y’all!
How do you know this? I thought you stopped talking/communicating with her altogether?
There’s a board level messaging application there, and she’s filling my mailbox once again. Her messages are deleted without comment.
She doesn’t have any of my IRL e-mail or snailmail addresses, nor does she have any phone numbers. AFAIAC, she never will…
Darn - I wish I could wake up! I got a phone call at an insanely early hour from a friend who wanted to know if the kitten he just found was a girl or boy. As if I can tell over the phone! From his mangled description, punctuated with interludes where the kitten escaped and had to be recaptured, I gave the guess that it is female. Which means it is most likely male.
Tonight I am taking my hockey player to dinner! Three sponsor families are meeting their players at Red Lobster tonight.
I need to find caffine. Back later.
Good morning everyone. My,my you all were a chatty bunch; page three already!
gt, thanks for asking about the moms. MIL is currently on oxygen. Everything is still up in the air with her. She’s having difficulty moving around; but she tries. Still waiting to hear on the insurance thing about the nuclear testing. My mother is severely burned by the radiation now. She’s more than halfway through it though, so hopefully, things will start healing when she’s done.
Welcome to Hazel, and hugs to all that need them.
I’m still waiting on Nava to pop in. Hasn’t it been more than a couple of weeks now? Hope she’s doing well.
I’m about to hit panic mode with the whole Christmas thing. Although lights are up outside, I still haven’t decorated inside. We still haven’t bought a tree, AND I haven’t started Christmas shopping either.
Thursday is my son’s 14th birthday. We have a nice surprise planned for him. I can’t say what it is, because he likes to lurk here and read what we’ve written. He’s such a nosey-parker! 
Anyway, he won’t receive this particular surprise until the weekend. He’ll just have to fret. Meantime, we’ll make sure the actual day of his birthday is special too.
Well, I need to work now. I’ll try to check in later.
Oh! Nice OP FCM. I didn’t grow up with the polka thing; but I do remember having to watch Lawrence Welk and Hee-Haw. I didn’t like either show.
Good morning, everyone!
I spent yesterday afternoon buying new Christmas-y stuff and trying to put an itty-bitty tree in a tree stand. I got so frustrated! Thank goodness Mr. Rebo showed up just in time for him to hear Merry F**ing Christmas! He fixed it for me, and I started to put lights on and stuff, but I got tired.
So today I’m gonna finish decorating the tree. I need a new tree topper though. My theme is red and gold this year, with white lights, and I only have an ugly multi colored lighted tree topper.
I also wrapped the pot of a rosemary bush in gold foil, and decorated it with tiny red and gold balls. I’m so silly, I get proud when I do anything remotely crafty. 
Have a great day y’all! I’m gonna go see what I can find for breakfast. No croissants here, unfortunately. Maybe some tarragon chicken and noodles! I’m making a pork roast for dinner, with orange marmalade glaze. Wild rice and speargrass, with bread pudding for dessert…
Good morning. Another exciting day in the neighborhood. For some reason my shoulder has been sore these last two days. I must be getting old or something. The cat and the dog like the Trader Joe’s dog biscuits, and the paper bag.
Taters, I avoid the holiday stress but leaving my tree up yeat round(4 years, 1 month, 5 days and counting), and I gave my gifts out in June when I visited the family. Taterson, stop reading this and do your home work, you can play with you present later.[sub][sub]PS3?[/sub][/sub]
bobbio, is you stalker cute? I’m not seeing anyone now, maybe I could take her off your hands.
LiLi, I’ll be at a hockey game New Years Eve, so I might be a little queasy the next day.
You weren’t around the MMP during the Saga of the Cyber Stalker. Trust me. You don’t want her. 
Last night, I did nothing I meant to. Well, I did my laundry, but I sure as hell didn’t fold it. At least there’s no good TV on tonight, so maybe I can finish the library at long last.
That rosemary makes a great mini-tree, Rebo! And I bet it smells great, too!
Okay, Haze it is. Me like it!
I don’t think we actually have to encourage the crazy in here; it’s more like anyone who wanders in and stays is, by definition, somewhere south of really weird.
Congrats on not killing 'im 'indoors, BooFae. Papa Tigs does stuff like that, too, although he’s also annoyingly lucky so could probably just find the place without any information whatsoever. But in a sign of normalcy, he mancleaned the kitchen the other night and it took me half an hour to de-crust the stove the following morning. Apparently men have selective vision as well as selective hearing.
I’ve really got nuthin’ this morning. I had weird dreams last night (but not, thank heaven, involving nipple clamps) and didn’t really sleep very well, and am now looking at the pile of work I need to finish before leaving for our Mothers Visit on Friday and realizing there’s little to no chance I’ll get it done, and so generally I’m just feeling cranky and annoyed. At least the dogs are happy; the colder it gets, the happier they are. Stoopid dogs.
Swampy, although I know you’ve been encouraging all of us to stockpile vast quantities of TP, you’ve got a ways to go before you have enough. I was reminded this morning about a crazy woman on one of those wife swap shows who, although she had five children, rendered one of the bathtubs with shower doors in her home completely unusable by filling it to the ceiling with stockpiled TP. :eek: Now that is hoarding!
Yes, late yesterday afternoon. He was pretty anxious at first but seemed calm when I got there after work. His hospice case worker met me as I was coming in and volunteered that she didn’t think “it would be very long.” I am okay with that as his quality of life is so bad now and he is in pain. My boss has okayed me leaving work early for the duration so I can stop by on my way home in the evening to visit with him. Taking each day one at a time.
Thanks for asking, swampy, and everyone for your kind thoughts.
Tupug
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Aww, so purty. I love rosemary. I need to get a pot of rosemary when I get my own apartment.
Are you me? My laundry is on a heap on my bed. I’ll get around to it… eventually.
I actually have to go outside today. whimper I don’t like cold.
I’m finished most of the chores, although I think I’ll bake a cake for work, maybe. Maybe. Hmm. I have dance class tonight, but I kind of want to head downtown early and look for vanilla bean paste at Whole Paycheque. I’m trying to figure out if we’re going to get our Christmas bonuses on next week’s pay or not.
I’m not in an indoors kind of mood.
Taters prayers and good thoughts continue to MamaTaters, TatersMIL and the family from Jawja. Puggy I’ll pray that grampus finds peace and comfort, as well as the rest of you. I guess that’s the best thing all around right now.
What is it with all the mopheads?!?! We’ve got orders just this morning for a grand total of 110 cases of mopheads. I’m disappointed it’s not 111 cases cause that would be 666 mopheads.
Eeeeeewwwww. She’s NOT cute; a phrase involving a mud fence comes to mind…
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When my grandmother died last year, it was a great relief. For that matter, so was the death of my mother. Lingering is hard on everyone, and you won’t wind up with bad juju for secretly hoping the end comes sooner than later, even though the stress may lead you to think that way.
Hon, for all the teasing and in-jokes that fly around here, know that you’ve got some real, genuine sympathy and support.
You’d get along well with a computer salesman (back in the day when buying a home computer was a fresh novelty) I used to know. Just by co-inky-dink, he was a bear and also hated insects. One day there was him, me and a client in his office discussing the glorious new Macintosh IIcx, and a bug wanders along near the door. Bob catches sight of it, leaps up on the credenza and bellows “STEP ON IT!” That scared the bug, which apparently understood English and quite sensibly scurried off to safety. Bob gets off the credenza and said “I. Hate. Bugs.”