As a practicing Pagan (I’m gettin’ really good at it, too), I try not to blame everything on the full moon, but today I’m going to go ahead and do it. There was a Dunkin’ Donuts mixup today, and I was given shudder hazelnut coffee. As a result, I have not been operating properly all morning. This would never have happened at the waning quarter.
That is Og’s punishment upon you Drae for drinking non-coffee flavored coffee. Am I the only person in the world that likes the taste of regular ol’ coffee?
It was supposed to be regular coffee-flavored. The heretics thwarted me, you see.
It’s good to be back.
I haven’t been unwell per se (okay, I had bronchitis that reactivated my asthma and convinced my Mom and almost my doctor that Kali was not a good idea, but after wheezing for a couple of months we got it under control. I say it’s gone for good again, my doctor says wait to see what kind of chest problems you have this winter. And no, my chest is rarely a problem, except when I play golf or dress in armour.)
Anyway, there are times when my capacity for social interaction deserts me and I try to prove John Donne wrong. He wasn’t wrong, of course, and the island grows ever smaller until it and I threaten to disappear altogether. But luckily, like the cat, I come back. Or more precisely, I am brought back and I’ll leave it at that because the metaphor of a bridge of friends is just a little too solemn for this forum.
Please, as much as I’d like to get lost in past MMPs, I really need to get some work done, so please, will someone tell me about Rue’s job? Have Soupo and Katcha become latchkey kids? And what about the dog? (Gods forgive me, I’ve forgotten the dog’s name. Lucy? Somebody has a dog named Lucy. Or is it a cat? The curly-haired girl had a cat seemingly without bones, but I don’t remeber if it was Snoopy or Linus that was troubled by this fact.)
The Fountain of Yoots is where the two yoots got their sodas before they got put in jail. And if you throw three coins into it, you are restored to youth looking like Clifton Webb or Dorothy McGuire.
Coffee should taste like coffee.
Beer should taste like beer.
There is no need to ever make them taste differently.
The GF likes hazelnut coffee. We make sure that it is kept far away from the regular coffee, because once I made myself some hazelnut, and it didn’t go down well.
I have received an unofficial promotion, of sorts. See, whenever we have a trade show, somebody has to make thousands of copies of our show specials. This person is usually called the Copy Bitch, but the title passes from person to person, depending on who’s closest to the copier, at lunch, et cetera.
Today, the Official Copy Bitch informed me that I was the Copy Geisha. I think that’s an upgrade, myself.
Ok, see, The Little Woman got laid off but that’s ok cause she has this gig she can do from home making, as I recall, a pretty good chunk o’ change itself. However, that meant the DeDay household was without stuff like health insurance. So, Rue got a job (started last week) at a veterinary clinic, which is a place that takes care of sick animals, not veterans in case that confuses ya. So, since Rue is now a full-time career man, posting the MMP has gotten kinda hard, so we’ve been guest posting MMPs as of late. Monday - Wednesday are especially busy times in the veterinary world it seems. Rue does indeed have a dog named Lucy. In addition there is now a dog named Brody which we’ve seen one picture of. He’s a cute lil’ ol’ booger! So, now The Little Woman is the SAHP and Rue’s the working man. Oh and Katcha is now a kindergartner. Sniff They grow up so fast! Sniff
Everybody else feel free to chime on in with any little tidbits I might have missed.
Rue still doesn’t trust garden gnomes.
Ex, darling, haven’t you come to grips with the fact that welby was just a figment of your imagination and we all played along to avoid upsetting you? C’mon, a grown man running around in a tablecloth? Just your mind playing tricks on you. Really. Go lay down for a while, in time you’ll feel better.
Unless welby really does exist . . . but then who is it that Ex keeps imagining and how did we all get caught up in it?
No one trusts gnomes. Gnomes are known for their nebulous relationship with the truth. Don’t trust 'em. Not a gnome, no way, no how. No gnomes.
The dark chocolate Hershey’s Kisses are EVIL. You have one… and then you have to have another… and another and anotherandanotherandanother. :eek:
So it’s your contention that I just imagined the tie-dyed tablecloth and green face paint. Is that it?
I suppose it’s possible. I haven’t been at all well lately.
Just because it seemed to need it, a gallery with a picture of the Fountain of Ute (second picture down on the left).
Mostly because NO ONE has said it yet…
What is a Yoot?
-or-
What is a Ute? (in light of Polycarp’s submission)
Poly, glad to see you 'round these parts…
Hershey’s now has dark chocolate kisses?
I’m in trouble. Serious trouble.
Hmmm… maybe Polycarp’s onto sump’n. Maybe the tour guide thought he was in Salt Lake City!
scout a Ute is a Native American from the west. A yoot is somebody who’s under the age of say, twenty-five.
[sub]I was making a My Cousin Vinny reference. But you knew that…right?[/sub]
Wow - when my sweetie’s ex took off, all she left was a bunch of Tupperware - she used to sell it. I wasn’t too proud to use it - in fact, I’m still using it, as is my kid. But I wish she’d left a kiln now… you lucky duck!
Sounds good - almost good enough to make me clean the grill… Wonder how it would do in the toaster oven?
Okay, I’ve read a bit, searched a bit, and am feeling out of the loop.
What’s “MMP”? 