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Rosie the Cute Snow Bunny, Volume II

Rosie the Cute Snow Bunny was bored. She had watched all her Doctor Who DVDs, and there was nothing to watch on cable.

“I’m bored!” Rosie remarked (she never complained, being cute) “I’ve watched all my Doctor Who DVDs, and there is absolutely
nothing to watch on cable TV!”

There was a knock on the door.

“Crap.” muttered Rosie. A dog was at the door, wearing golfing knickers, argyle socks, a tuxedo jacket, and a very long tie.

“I am The Dog Butler. Crap!” He had stepped on one of his very long ears.
“I have taken over Farmer Rabinowitz operations, his falling upon misfortune.”

“He was busted for income tax evasion, Health Department regulation violations, and putting too many carrots into
Buddah’s Delight.” interjected Rosie.

“Never mind that!” the Evile Dog Butler replied. “I have taken over operations, and your warren is in the way of the
Carrot Patch expansion! What is that on the bookcase, Chekov’s gun?”

"No, remarked Rosie. “It is a mere house plant. It is not carnivorous.”

“Oh.” replied the Evile Dog Butler.

“That might be very convenient” replied Rosie the Cute Snow Bunny. “Just reach up to the ceiling, and pull down a carrot.
Will you grow chocolate?”
“No time for negotiation!” exclaimed the Evile Dog Butler. “I want you out of here…Crap!” He was staring cross eyed
at a spider
bestriding his nose, waving a toothpick in each tiny hand.
“How can you do that, and still walk?” Inquired the inquiring Rosie.
“Crap,” said the spider as he fell over. “I can manage it, if I don’t have to think about it.” He tried to stand up, fumbling for his toothpicks.
“Nonetheless,” said the Dog BUtler, “You must move out of your cozy little warren so that I may grow more carrots!”
“Farmer Rabinowitz has suffered setbacks,” began the spider.
“He is incarcerated.” corrected Rosie.
“He still has contacts!” exclaimed the exclaiming spider.
“To hell with it!” remarked Rosie. She rolled up her newspaper, regretting that she had not finished the crossword puzzle,
there being nothing else to do with 1024 channels and nothing on.
She began smiting the Dog Butler about the nose with the rolled up newspaper.
“OW! OW! I’ll OW! just leave you two OW! to it. OW! Crap!” he exclaimed, as he tripped over his ear going out the door.
“Ah Ha!” exclaimed the spider. “We are alone at last, my pretty!” He brandished his tiny pointy sticks.
“Oh, bother!” exclaimed the exclaiming Rosie, and began swatting at the spider with her newspaper.
“OW! OW! Hey, I’m just trying to make a living!” The spider retreated towards the bookcase.
Rosie, the Brave Cute Snow Bunny, continued to swat at the spider.

There was a slurping noise from the bookcase, and Rosie thought she heard a tiny voice say, “Help me! Help m…”

Rsoei sighed, smoothed out her crossword puzzle and sat in her favorite chair.
“Moses and Aaron on a stick!” she remarked. “One thousand, twenty four channels and nothing is on!”

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Well it is Boobio now, maybe a +1 turn or something?

Night Kids

Jim

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: golf clap :

but if she was serious about thwarting my plans, she’d have used BooFae’s Sri Lankan spiders.:stuck_out_tongue:

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That’s what he was implying with the toothpicks.
Cap’n, I like VBoob so howsabout doin’ a practice surgery before sucking his innards out. Imma thinkin’ a reverse lobotomy, ya know, putting some brains in; we can get some here :dubious:

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Cap’n:whose brain did I put in VBob?
Spidey:You won’t be mad?
Cap’n: no.
SpideyAbby…something
Cap’n: Abby Something?
Spidey: Abby…Normal!
Cap’n: I put an abnormal brian in VunderBob?!?
Spidey : ack :
:smiley:

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I love it when the link on a fellow Mumpers post is already grey. :cool:

We are going to give BBBoobio a discount “surgery”, it is our first time and all.

Found the pliers

:eek:

Jim

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:smack:
Do I gotsta ‘splain everything???
We like Vbob, we want you to be a trained perfeshunal before you start suckin’ his innards out. Therefore, your practice surgery should be on someone (perhaps an author) who could use a brain.
Oh & Cap’n, there are a few other things you need:
[ul]
[li]Greasy breakfast - for post [del]boozin’[/del] anesthesia stomach queasiness[/li][li]Headphones - in case the patient is bitching & moaning about pain post surgery these will help you to more easily ignore them. [/li][*]Latex gloves - in case patient ends up CTD, you won’t have left any fingerprints at the scene.[/ul]

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We have 535 Congresscritters, a Prez and a VP. that should get you up to speed. :wink:

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The good news is I haven’t killed Higgs yet. The bad news is, she escaped from her crate at 3 in the AM and leapt upon me in bed, waking me up. OK, my fault for not securing the door properly. I let her out to pee, put her back in the crate, properly secured this time, and attempted to fall back to sleep. Alas, I drifted in and out for the next 4 hours, and I had a bizarro dream.

I was brought back to my pre-retirement job as a temp, but the building was monstrously huge, just packed with people rushing thither and yon. There was even a food court like in a mall, and some old guy there kept trying to stop me and sell me something. (Bear in mind, my old job involved highly classified material, so security was pretty tight - the break room was off the lobby so the soda machines could be refilled without an escort. But I digress…)

It started when I was put in charge of a fire drill on one floor in one corridor. I had to stand there and make sure everyone locked up their offices as they left, but I wasn’t allowed to enter any of the offices or know what was going on. Still, I did my duty and started to make my way to the outdoor assembly area, but I got lost and wandered around a while. I came to a huge lobby with glass windows to the ceiling, and I saw everyone assembled outside, but I couldn’t figure out where the doors were, so I just sat down at a table over to the side and started reading a magazine.

Shortly thereafter, a rather bitchy woman came over and started complaining about me not working, ignoring me as I tried to tell her that no one had yet told me where to go or what to do. Meanwhile, I kept scanning passing faces for anyone who looked familiar who could vouch for me. Anyway, the bitchy woman sent one of her minions to bring a pile of engineering drawings that I was to revise. First, I was thinking how odd it was that they’d bring these classified documents out in the open. Then I realized that I probably wasn’t a GS-13 any more.

At this point, the job suddenly changed from me doing drawings to me playing my accordion in a band. I was led to a locker room full of military uniforms and equipment, except in the far back where my “uniform” was hanging - do you remember the spotted thing Fred Flintstone work in the cartoon? That’s what I was supposed to wear.

And then my idiot dog started barking and woke me up, so I’ll never know if I was a hit in the band.

No I wasn’t drinking last night. :stuck_out_tongue:

Shortly, I will bag up the veggies, etc, for Mom’s party. I’ve also got to load 6 bottles of wine, a box of books, and a big bag of knittage into the car. Still haven’t decided what to wear - probably black jeans and maybe the green top, since I wore the red one at Thanksgiving. I’ll be leaving around 10 and I hope to get home by 6. The party’s not supposed to end till 6, but I can only hang around a bar so long, plus I’m the one with the 2-hour drive and the doggie who will need to be let out. And work tomorrow.

It’s actually above freezing and forecast to stay in the 40s all day - that makes up for the possible rain. It’ll still be chilly at the bar, I think. Then again, if as many folks show us as my sister expects, there will be a lot of body heat. We shall see. I’m just glad smoking is no longer allowed in bars - I’ll be able to breathe.

And that will bring me one day closer to my sweetie getting home - yay!

**doggio **- I think the suggestion of braining an author is a valid one! :smiley: Our elected reps are lost causes…

Happy Sunday!!

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Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, caffienated, and brekkied. So no YAWN this mornin’. 'Tis 45 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 64 but cloudy and gloomy. That’s not so bad, I guess. Lows in the teens Monday night and Tuesday night however. BRRR!

Ok, that’s all I got. I should begin purtification for deheathenization. Gonna be a long deheathenization today what with brunch and annual meetin’.

Happy Sunday Y’all!

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Morning. I’m up, caffeinated.

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blurf

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Happy Sunday.

It’s a grey chilly wet 31 degrees with a projected high of 43.
Once the ice on the street in front of the house thaws and melts I’m outta here. I need to make a corner store run and I need to get away from the house for a while.

408 Request Time Out - let’s try again

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And I’m all ready to go - with half an hour to spare! Veggies are packed, kitchen is tidied and dishwasher just finished its cycle. Cat box is scooped. I’m showered and dressed. Everything but the veggies are in the car. Efficiency, thy name is ME!!! :smiley:

Now I’ve got a 2-hour drive to Fells Point where I hope to get relatively close parking. And I hope the rain holds off, tho I don’t plan to count on that. Hard to believe that in 2 days, my mom will be 80!

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Thought I’d check in from somewhere cold-ish! Mornin’ all!

Currently snowing in Chicago, been snowing all night. About 18 inches of snow on the ground, 6 of that overnight, 12 from earlier this week. It’s 20F out now, and that’s the high for the day. Will stay steady for another few hours then start dropping, with a low predicted overnight tonight of -12F. Tomorrow’s high is supposed to be -7F (not windchill) if we’re lucky. I plan on wearing two coats tomorrow to get to work.

Meeting a friend later for lunch, at a neato cafe that’s both a coffee place and a foodie place, with low tables where you sit on the floor. Haven’t been there before, but the reviews are good. We were going to go closer to dinner time, but looks like the temps will be in single digits starting around 5pm, so we moved it up to lunch. We’ll see!

I love the snow. Here’s a quick pic of the tree outside my living room window (4th floor), and the street with bonus train passing outside my kitchen. Note it’s Sunday, and no one’s cleaned their cars off yet, the street hasn’t been plowed nor the sidewalks cleared. It will likely look like this until Monday morning.

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9am deheathenizing does not work well for me. Neither does the cat deciding to come start the campaign to get me up about five minutes before the alarm.

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SeaDrag - ‘cta’? Chicago or Cinci?

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Blurf.

That is all.

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I’m not the only grump in the house.
It seems to be spreading.

It’s finally above freezing outside, up to 33 degrees.
I have things to do and don’t feel like doing any of them.

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CTA Chicago, red line.