Aren’t you thinking about a foot too high? :dubious: 
Where’s all the other Mumpers? I didn’t get any memo about taking today off. 
:mad:
Good morning! Happy Friday! And Happy Friday to you, too, bitchy cafe counter lady!
So I’m going about my morning ritual at my work-local supermarket. I pick up a 500g tub of 2% cottage cheese (100 calories per 125g serving, thank you), a small 250g tub of mixed fruit (to try dipping) and a handful of cherry tomatoes on the vine (also to try dipping). Get to the cash counter and pay, per usual. Then I head to the in-store cafeteria, where I get my morning blend of self-serve Hazelnut Vanilla and Burnt Vanilla Caramel java. Now, this particular procedure goes like this:
- Grab two cups (the outer for insulation, keeps the coffee hot) and a cardboard sleeve (for insulation, keeps the coffee from being uncomfortably hot in my hand)
- Fill to halfway with Hazelnut Vanilla.
- Fill the rest of the way with Burnt Vanilla Caramel.
At this point I take it to the end of the counter and pay. But before I can pay, the cashier asks me if I really want a double cup, or just a double sleeve. I tell her I want a double cup. “But we don’t sell the cups,” she explains (meaning they don’t charge for them, implying that they lose money if some jacktard like me takes more than one) and then proceeds to lecture me on how I should just use two cardboard sleeves instead of two cups and that I should remember that for next time. Great Og’s speculum, lady, it’s a freakin’ paper cup! Costs you, what, half a cent at cost? Not even? And not you personally, either! Tell you what, you charge me $1.59 for a large coffee. Make it an even $1.60, mmkay? You can keep the hapenny as a tip for the remarkable fiscal diligence that’s sure to get you a promotion to head cashier before long.
What a way to start a Friday. Kee-rist.
I took some extra salt and pepper packets, just because I felt like being a bastard to the end.
And yeah, I know it’s hardly something to get worked up over, but it’s not like I was filling my shopping bag with ketchup packets and plastic cutlery. Is a paper cup worth giving bad customer service over? It’s just moronic, and I don’t suffer morons well.
But anyway. Let’s get back to Friday.
BBBobbio - Wait, we were supposed to have today off? Damnit, why doesn’t anyone pass me these memos, either? Oh, I get it. Someone’s gotta stay behind and clean up, is that it? Well! I am insulted. C’mon, Bobbio, we’re gonna go get some beer 'n strippers and have ourselves our own “day off” right here. If we gotta clean up, there might as well be a damn good reason for it.
I’s busy being a flooded Mumper. It’s not fun.
I’m taking a half a day off, so only one stripper for me thank you.
And DAMMIT, I go to the store today to get my coffee and some jerk in front of me took a double cup and it was the LAST CUP!!!
Went to see a Dave Matthews cover band last night. I’m not a big fan of the Dave to begin with. Fake Dave was barely tolerable. At least there was beer, huh?
Ok. To work.
Well, they don’t call it “U Can’t Finish” for nuthin! 
I tells ya, wading through the administration of that place would try the patience of Job!
mork and bobbio, put down the beer and tell those wimmins to leave. This here’s a werkday and rumors to the contrary are just that…RUMORS! Sheesh! Can’t leave em alone for one minute!
ems, very nice place ya got there!
The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] just made an offer on a place. Everybody keep their fingers crossed it gets accepted.
boofae, is your home okay?
Jade the pug tried to make a run for it this morning when I opened the door to the garage to go to work. She’s NEVER done that before. I don’t know if it’s all the noise from the tree coming down or what but sumpin got into her. Well, she’s gonna have to get used to it because there will be ongoing construction around for the next six to eight weeks.
Is it quit-o-clock yet?
Tupug
Any flouncing planned?
I am playing hooky after lunch today. I have to go to the bank and get a cashier’s check to buy back The Family Truckster to have on hand for the ambulance chaser we hired, then overnight it to the insurance company.
In other news, the refinance on The VunderLair closed yesterday. Damned housing bubble. We didn’t get enough to redo the kitchen, but VunderKind has 2 more years of edjoomakashun coming…
It’s not winter, not even close to winter. So why has my wrist started hurting? It’s only supposed to do that in the cold!
Trying to get 7 people together for an Executive Board meeting is a pain in my broad white behind.
The good news is that I have the louvered door and a 6-foot table is promised. The bad news is that Libby is back in the hospital, this time with blood clots in her lungs. Damnit. She called me this morning to ask if I can sit with her tomorrow, which of course I can do. She said her hair is coming out in clumps, so she is getting it all cut off today. I was so hoping this would be easier on her; she is such a genuinely nice person. So I will take my counted cross stitch and spend tomorrow at the hospital. I also found out last night that another one of our Booster Club members had a heart attack and is scheduled for bypass surgery today.
I need to get started working on the doors; I don’t think I am going to strip them after all, just a coat of primer and some paint. I spent weeks stripping and painting two doors for the house, I do not want to go through that again.
Brainpasture, put down that beer. It’s not quit-o’clock yet. And tell your friend to put on some clothes. 
Hey, I do have today off. So I can be stuck with needles and do the laundry and pack boxes.
I just came into the livingroom, and found Mr. Lissar asleep on the couch. He’s sick. I’m not sure why he didn’t go back to bed. It was a bit shocking to find a body draped unexpectedly over the furniture.
Second day of Jazz Fest.
Lissla and GT, here’s hoping for a stubbed toe apiece.
Taters, the pictures were taken in and around Tofino, Vancouver Island, BC.
Haze, I feel your pain. I get twitchy every time I see people misspelling words by habit. This is probably why I tend to skim the e-mail my boss sends. One day, when I’m feeling particularly evil, I may post one for you to read.
Of course I have the day off. Doesn’t everybody? :evil laugh:
Hey, I know Dotty does too. So I’m not the only weird one!
Of course, it means I will be working on Sunday… as usual.
BooFae – seconding the concern about your home and belongings. What’s up with the flooding there?
Happy Friday, everybody!
I only read this page, 'cuz I just can’t keep up this week. I want to say congrats to BBBobbio, and tell Swampy not to fart in here.
And beautiful house, Ems, and sorry about the car expense, Rosie.
What else? Um, it’s raining again, and we’re under a flash flood watch until 7:00 pm. Today’s my son Pete’s birthday! 23 years ago I gave birth to a 8lb14oz baby boy, after 23 hours of labor, a pitocin drip, and a c-section. That boy owes me! I got him Madden '07 and 2 game controllers for his PS2. That’s what he wanted!
I’m eating leftover shrimp stir-fry for breakfast. Yum!
Ok - back to work. I’m swamped these days (N.O.S. :D)!
ETA: I mean I read the last page - jeez you guys are fast these days!
A lot of water, that’s what! At home we’re fortunate enough to be on relatively high ground and a long way from any major water courses so at the moment although the garden is pretty boggy, the house is ok. The road is liable to flood if there’s a major downpour because a lot of the drains are blocked so we do still have to keep an eye on it but it’s nowhere near as bad as what’s happened in the Thames Valley area.
The problem is mostly at work where the lower floors of our building are flooded. I work in a strangely constructed building - my office is technically on the ground floor so you can walk in here straight off the street, as it were. But we have two floors below us and the lower ground floor also fronts onto the street. There’s a grassy bank down the side of our building which our part sits on top of, so the lower parts of the building are at the bottom of the bank. Hmm. Think “landslip”.
There’s a lot of water down there so the lower floor is completely unusable and the porters have been helping to move office stuff up two floors to where we are. Of course there are never enough porters so we were all asked to come in suitably dressed and help out with the rescue! At the moment we have a lot of office equipment stuffed into every available space and people are trying to work in very cramped conditions. It’s turned into a bit of a nightmare.
What’s worse is that the lower floor houses our admissions section and we’re just coming up to their busiest time of year as we start to work on student registrations and offers etc for the September starters. Across the way from us is the post room, print room and the bindery, all of which are partially flooded so we’re also having to explain to students why it’s taking so long to get dissertations etc hardbound.
I just want it to stop raining!
Good mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienated and ready to face another day of packaging beerverages for consumption. DRINK MILLER BEER!
This post contains no subliminal messages.
Everybody will be pleased to know that I did not take out southwest Jawja with belches and farts yesterday. Matter of fact I didn’t even come close to lettin’ out with either one. I’m so disappointed in myself!
welby I’m pleased the plastic surgery went so well! 
Snakes let Libby know that complete strangers are keeping her in our thoughts and prayers.
Ok, off to do other stuff.
Later Y’all!
I’m up, I’m up!
Special1, I tells ya, this changing schedule thing is just such a bummer. I miss our late night shout-outs also. It was like molasses-moving chat. 
But it looks like this is the wave of the future, so the best I can do is say a belated good morning. ~waving~
rosie, I hope you get some sleep soon. Sleep is good.
bobbio and Mork, clever how you just made your own holiday there. Pretending that everyone else was off so you could justify strippers and alcohol. I can see how your minds work. Pure genius.
Mork, that paper cup is definitely Pit-worthy.
BooFae, sorry to hear about the flood. Hope you and yours are OK. And I hope it stops raining soon.
**
SCL**, bummer about your friend, but so nice of you to be with her.
**
Lili**, I hope Mr. Lissar is better soon and doesn’t pass it along.
OK people, I’m off to start my day. Have a great one! Happy Friday to most of you!
(Happy weekend day to Special1!)
Me too - tho I suppose technically it was before lunch since I left at 11. I’m going to toss some dirties into the washer, then play with clay for a while.
BooFae, I wish you could export some of your rain here - we’re in a drought, with no relief in sight. I’m just hoping our well is nice and deep so we’re not in imminent danger of losing water. That would be bad.
Anyone know a good rain dance? Preferably not involving strippers… :eek:
TGIF. That’s all I’ve got to say.
FCM, could I see some of your clay creations? I do some crafting, more scrapbooking/paper crafting than anything. I bought a ton of clay and stuff, and haven’t done a thing with it yet.
As a proud owner of a Mooooom designer ceramic original, I say, NEENER! NEENER! NEENER! Other Mumpers/Cool Kids can say the same thing. I think everybody who has their own designer original should NEENER! NEENER! NEENER! MCUNE just cause.
I am appalled! Aghast! Flummoxed even! My own brother, my own kin, has accused me of stickin’ subliminal messages in emails. DRINK MILLER BEER! I would never do such a thing! DRINK MILLER BEER! Is it my fault that when he mouseovers what he claims are gaps in my emails to him he sees DRINK MILLER BEER!? Why I would never do anything of the sort! DRINK MILLER BEER! The nerve of him! DRINK MILLER BEER!
I say sump’n must be wrong with his puter. DRINK MILLER BEER! Subliminal messages indeed!
Ok, off to gear up for another excitin’ shift at the brewery. Today’s outfit shall be a purple pocket tshirt and blue jeans. I found some Hane’s Beefy T pocket shirts. They are so comfy!
Ok, off to purty up. Later Y’all! DRINK MILLER BEER! There are no subliminal messages in this post.
I have the strangest urge to drink Miller Beer. This is odd, because I have always considered Miller Beer to be the sort of thing you only drink on special occasions – like when you have a gun pointed at your head or are being threatened with images of erotic fan art featuring Larry King and Bette Midler. LARRY KING AND BETTE MIDLER NEKKID, Y’ALL! JUST TRY SCRUBBING THAT IMAGE OUT!
I hope this dreadful craving goes away soon. AND CONDOLEEZA RICE!
So, the results of my Cottage Cheese Taste Test thus far:
Plain
Um … not bad, I suppose. A little runny, a bit of a salty flavour to the, uh… brine? But there’s definitely some mild cheesiness there.
With salt and/or pepper
Rather an improvement, kicks it up half a notch or so.
With cherry tomatoes
Much nicer, though the tomato drowns out most of whatever cheesiness would otherwise present itself. Throw in a little salt and pepper and it’s even better.
With various fruit
I didn’t get to try that. After eating the half dozen cherry tomatoes I bought to try with it, I decided that I can only eat to much cottage cheese at one sitting – which in this case, was about 1/4th of the tub (125ml). So I just ate the fruit as-is.
All in all, not all that bad, though not quite something I could consider snacking on by itself. If it had a but more cheesy flavour, a little less salt, and wasn’t quite as liquidy (that’s right, “liquidy”) I’d probably quite enjoy it as a stand-alone snack. Maybe I should try the “dry pressed” stuff they have there. I’m not sure what that’s about as it’s obviously still moist, but I’m guessing it’s much less like cheese porridge and much more like cheese curds.
Heff&Roo - Are you just envious because you weren’t invited? I mean, you’re always welcome; you can never have too much entertainment.
Snakes/Puggy - But…but…WE NEVER GET TO HAVE ANY FUN.
BBBobbio - Flouncing may occur, but I’d prefer if it were being done by the entertainment.
Swampbeer - There are no subliminal messages in this message, either.
DRINK CORONA WITH A TWIST OF LIME.
AND GET ME ONE WHILE YOU’RE THERE, KTHX.
::waves back:: Hi, Roo!
It’s really just a role reversal – now you’re here in the morning, and I’m here in the evening. Hey, nobody can see this. Maybe I should try something racier here… Like ask if you want a beer? Ah, nevermind
**Swampy **-- I am immune to subliminal messages. Heck I hardly notice them when they’re liminal. OK, so where’s my Miller High-Life?
Boo, I hope things dry out for you over there. How about sending some rain our way, too?