Ripple is making me crazy this morning.
Whenever I am irking at the puter he squeezes in between me and my desk. He’s pressed up tight against my knees and standing on my feet, knocking stuff off the lowest shelf. I push back to make room and he walks away.
I’m sure squeezing in makes sense to him, but it is annoying to me.
Thanks for the link, flytrap.
Last night I went to a great concert! A sax player played some music he’d written. After the concert, he gave me a hug and a kiss. 
I should get dressed soon, so I don’t go to my appointment in my underwear.
Poor Shayna. Ace, I didn’t have to drug Nelson, but he required constant swaddling until the kabooms stopped.
Happy (fake) birthday flytrap! 
I slept in until 7:30 this morning. I made a cucumber salad to take to the birthday party and am doing some chores around the house, but it’s otherwise a restful day.
missred, I feel your pain. It hurts me to see our pets so afraid. I’m sure that Nelson was comforted by having you with him.
Happy Birthday Flytrap!
(I don’t know when your real birthday is, so it might as well be today.)
Today I predict it will be Too Hot[sup]TM[/sup] and we shall discuss going to fireworks somewhere, but not actually do it. We shall watch fireworks in our neighborhood because our neighbors are actually (as far as I can tell) professional fireworks makers.
We shall also BBQ, and need to acquire some fixin’s.
HEY ENGLAND
BITE MY SHINY
COLONIAL
ASS!!!
And even though it isn’t actually Flytrap Day …
He also didn’t
- shoot the sheriff or the deputy
- date Monica Lewinsky
- help Al Gore invent the internet
- help Tipper Gore put Explicit Lyrics warning labels on instrumental albums
- invent fire
- settle California
Please feel free to add other things you don’t think Flytrap did. 
:mad: 
:rolleyes:
And stay out.
Having a mini dilemma today; one of my jobs is outreach stuff for the college, so any of their events and things, at various different campuses (campii?). They’re doing a bunch of ‘experience days’ with local high skools at the moment, and I was asked to irk a few. Did the first yesterday, and there was literally nothin’ for me to do. I spent most of the day hanging round with a bunch of the kids in the catering skool section, occasionally doing stuff like grabbing bags of flour and handing 'em to the teacher. I wound up making pizza, same as the kids were doing. It all seemed totally pointless. I didn’t even know the campus, it’s big and I’d only been there once before, so I wasn’t even able to do the nominal task of directing people. It’s an hour’s drive away from the house- which is paid, both time and fuel. All the other student irkers were based on that site.
I’m supposed to be there again next Tuesday. I really can’t see the point. The coordinator has said “It’ll be the same as last week, work if you want.” The money’s OK, I don’t need it but it’d be nice, but it feels like I’m scamming them- I literally did nothing useful there yesterday. I asked if I’d be any use and got a ‘your choice :)’ message back. I can’t decide… Money=yay! But for doing totally nothing…? I’m even more expensive than the other student workers, as I’m coming from further away and far less use.
Found out what the scary thing that happened to me earlier today was. Apparently it’s called heat cramps.
We have thunder boomers.
The cable went out for a bit, the internet is slow.
My city’s death toll from the heat wave is now 12. 
An article says that people who live alone, or have mental illness, or have chronic illness, or have no air conditioning, are the most at risk. With my roommate away for the week, I guess I tick all those boxes.
We have festivated and all the revelers have gone home or wherever else they might have gone. I didn’t ask. For all I know they’re on a plane headed to the French Riviera. The important thing is they’re gone and peace reigns in da cave. A good time was had by all, but, well, company, nice to see ‘em comin’ and goin’.
Flytrap I toasted your birthday with a beerverage, thus, today is now your birthday. I have spoken! 
Nuts you made pizza. Makin’ pizza qualifies as havin’ done sump’n. Besides, if you hadn’t been there would you have made pizza anyway? Most likely not, right? Thus, you did sump’n. Heck, one of those folks scopin’ out the place may have been so impressed with your mad pizza skillz that he/she now has an all consumin’ passion to go to skool, learn, study and open up his/her own pizzeria, all because of you! Now go have a beerverage and celebrate how you may have been a possible inspiration to a future pizzeria owner. What? It could happen!
{{{hugs}}}
Is there anywhere you can go for coolness? A movie, or the library? Can you afford a one room air conditioner?
About the Sheriff…
NM, it’s that pesky Witness Protection Program.
I used to know a girl in California…she was Californian.
I bought a barrel of amontillado today at the liquor store I patronize. The owner was working, an Indian guy, and I told him that it was nice of him to work on the holiday and let the employees off. “True”, he said, “So true.”
Too late to edit; Dogbutt, come on over and have a drink.
Home, exhausted. It was a nice, if hot, day at Mom’s but I’m glad to be home.
Those who follow my sister on FB have seen some of the pics of the day, including a thoroughly unflattering shot of me… But Roxy looks adorable!
Now I’s tahred.
Thanks. I went to a mall today, so that helped.
I’d like to get an air conditioner, but everyone’s sold out.
The latest news is that the death toll keeps rising.
I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, so I tried to nap this afternoon, but I kept getting sudden spasms in my muscles. I learned that those are called heat cramps. Not fun.
And I, or the heat, or a combination thereof, have almost succeeded in killing my roommate’s basil plant. She’s going to be so mad at me, and she’s already sort of mad at me.
Worked, came home. Walked Gordie. Plenty of ordanace being set off, but he wasn’t bothereed, since he’s dumber than [del]Flytrap[/del] a rock.
Topical throwback MMP
{{{{Midget}}}} Hang in there, and keep malling.
In the basement, of course.:dubious:
flytrap, will you be drinking, marinating or cooking with that barrel of wine.
Stay cool, emily.
The party was a bit strange and bittersweet. The birthday boy wasn’t in attendance too long (understandable), their new puppy (10 week pitty mix with bad manners) was playing rough and broke skin on Nelson and he became a lap puppy for the duration. I did a better job of cleaning him up when we got home and applied some antibiotic salve to the scratch. I think Jim’s wife has too much on her hands right now to take on a pup, but hey. I just won’t take Nelson out to the farm anymore. Funny thing though, her lab and another friend’s golden took turns keeping the puppy away so that Nelson could get off my lap now and again. Max and Jack are good boys who got milkbones.