Oh my god, you too??? :eek: That’s probably why I bake so much! I bothered my mom about that Easy Bake Oven for YEARS and she never even once considered it. Now every time I pass it in the store I moon over it and my husband says, “Buy it already!” But I don’t because I’m never going to own one. It’s a Shakespearean tragedy, I tells ya.
You drop your drawers in a crowded toy store? :eek: :eek: :eek:
Next time, will you have hubby take some pictures for us? 
I still love the Smurfs. I have several of my old early 80s wind-up Smurfs on my desk at work.
Hmmmm, I’m a daughter and I did this stuff with my friend Tommy. GI Joe and his buddies were often caught in cave-ins as they tried to escape (firecrackers make great fake dynomite), and were once stuck on the tracks with the train coming (just a toy train, unfortunately there were no trains near our houses). We also threw him out the window attached to various items attempting to be parachutes (like VunderBob, great minds and all). We got the parachute/hankerchief to open if we climbed onto the roof, and then debated using the cat as the skydiver (not that we would have harmed the cat, see, the parachute opened, plus cats always land on their feet). I believe the cat took evasive action and we did not pursue the experiment.
I also played cowboy and had a sawhorse as my faithful steed. He got fed all manner of delicious concoctions–the main ingredient being mud (with or without gravel). Sometimes I was an Indian that owned a horse (named Tonka), but I rarely played Cowboys and Indians because even before it was politically correct, I thought the Indians had a cool culture and I wanted them to win.
Buy it scout, buy it! You too Elysian! I never had one because I wanted the chemistry set instead (mom did the baking and lots of it). Boy that was a cool toy. Did absolutely no good 15 years later, as evidenced by my dismal chem grades. I am pretty good at baking because I stole all of my mom’s recipes. There’s a moral in there somewhere. Oh yes; buy an EasyBake Oven or your kid will only get a c in chemistry and become an art teacher and not a doctor, after wasting two years of tuition, and then steals all your best recipes while you’re not looking. Aesop would be proud.
A Long Stupid Story About Not Very Much
There once was a very pretty little princess kitty named Violet who liked to sneak out the door when her owner wasn’t looking. Violet was very stupid, yes she was. Violet spent the night outdoors, where she’d never been before, because her owner didn’t know she’d snuck out. In the morning, Violet was so afraid of the horrible outside (and being very stupid) that when her owner came looking, she just kept hidden away. But Violet (who was very stupid) was very lucky. Her new guardian angel/bodyguard/buddy/boyfriend, also known as one of the uber friendly kitties raised by the lady downstairs, was keeping an eye on her. Grey kitty went out to try to tell the owner that Violet (who was very stupid), was hiding in a dusty corner behind the hibiscus bush. The owner thought this was just the usual uber friendly kitty’s uber friendliness and reluctantly went to work, sans one kitty (because the owner was a bit dim sometimes, herself, and didn’t realize the cat was practically drawing her a map to Violet’s location). The owner worried all god dam-- erm, the owner fretted because this was how the last kitty she owned Went Away and Never CAME BACK [sup]except in a plastic bag, very flat and very smelly[/sup].
The slightly dim owner came home that afternoon and went to look for Violet (who was very stupid) and made a fool of herself what with the kissy noises and promises of schnackies, if only Violet would come home. The only thing the owner attracted was a befuddled maintainance guy and the uber friendly grey kitty. But the mists clouding the dim owner’s intellect cleared, momentarily. Uber friendly grey kitty, now assisted by his crime fighting pal Expresso, the world’s fatest cat, and even more friendly than the uber friendly grey kitty, umm what was I saying? Oh yes, grey kitty, accompanied by Expresso, managed to direct the attention of the owner to the dark, dusty corner behind the hibiscus bush. Oh ho! Violet (who’s really rather stupid) was frozen with fear and crouched behind the hibiscus bush. So the owner grapped that damned cat and hauled her as-- em, gently gathered up her little dew drop and took her back home. Where Violet (who was very stupid) was given a warm bath, some cammomile tea, and put to bed.
The End
But I’m gonna get a Low Jack or a clapper-finder thing a ma jigger and nail it to that cat’s bu-- erm, be extra cautious when opening the door, from now on.
I’m glad you found your cat.
I was absolutely right about what was going to happen when I got home. They’re passing blame back and forth. I think I’ll just kill both. :listens: No, I don’t need to- they’re killing each other sparring.
scout, have some zinc and some ginger cookies. And get better.
[aside to Violet]
My dear sweet kitty, you’ve got a good thing going. Don’t screw it up by thinking life is better on the outside. Trust me. It’s not. If I could lounge around all day indoors, I would.
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Right now I’m sucking on liquorice Altoids - I might have to go to the drugstore tomorrow, depending on how I feel. After talking at my Weight Watcher meeting tonight I started to get a little hoarse.[sub]I may even call in sick tomorrow and sleep - not unlike a good housecat.[/sub]
OMG! I just heard that Rudolph the Reindeer has died! He was flying over Madrid and got too close to a jet. Sources close to the accident report that, as horrified as those on the ground are, the rein deer falls mainly on the plane.
:smack:
One hen,
two goats,
three squawking geese,
four limeric oysters,
five corpulent porpoises,
six pairs of Don Alonzo’s trousers,
seven thousand Macedonians in full battle array,
eight brass monkeys from the great ancient sacred crypts of Egypt,
nine apathetic, diabetic old men on roller skates with a marked propensity towards procrastination and sloth,
ten lyrical, spherical diabolical denizens of the deep hauling around the corners of the kwa, the que and the quibble all at the same time.
Well, I must’ve totally misunderstood the title. I thought “one-legged soldier” was a euphemism for… something else.
Riveting stuff. 
Kallessa, your ability to quote Flo and Eddie(sp?) and torture GI Joes is one of the reasons we love you.
FCM can I come over with my plastic soldiers and GI Joe and play with FCD? I promise I won’t bring over any firecrackers. I can sneak em over the day before. She’ll never find out! Did I ever mention that Ken was really a commie spy and that the reason he had to be blown up was he was trying to steal atomic secrets? Mom and my sister didn’t buy that one either.
Speaking of mom, yesterday was her birthday. I tried to call her all day and she never answered the phone. Finally, last night, she answered. She had gone with a group from her senior center to Etlanner for the day. They shopped, they had lunch, they toured The Fox and the Governor’s Mansion, then had dinner and then came home. I think that place might be a bad influence on her. :dubious: She also has three parties to go to this week. Sigh My 78 year old mom has a better social life than me! WAAAAAAAH
VunderWife has had this thing going about making Christmas gifts this year, keeping with our theme of extreme poverty while making enough money to be considered wealthy for tax purposes.
Last night, it was time to make Hot Cocoa Mix. In her great wisdom, she decided to start with a double batch, and golly, it will all fit in one of these nifty 2 gallon Ziploc bags, so it will be easy to mix.
She puts in the the stuff, closes the bag, turns it upside down, and the seal cut loose. Powdered milk, poiwdered sugar, raw cocoa, and dry coffee creamer everywhere. On her. On the carpet. In the bookcase. On the table. Hell, when I sat on the crapper this morning and did my start of the day bugling, I had brown snot.
I would have laughed at her when it happened, except 1) I value my life; and 2) she has it rigged so that it’s my job to clean up her messes. It took an hour, and I had to unplug the vacuum cleaner 3 times.
If she wants to make more cocoa mix, we have a couple of nice large bowls and some equally nice spoons. I’ll be in a bar in Virginia Beach drinking beer. Heavily.
Acid tabs???
I hate it when the ziploc doesn’t seal.
Quasi-Daughter phone to say she has nothing to do tonight and all tomorrow, and wants to help me houseclean, Christmas shop, bake, and wrap presents. Mr. Lissar will hide while she reorganizes our kitchen.
There’s an Australian wine called Cat Pee On A Gooseberry that I’m thinking of getting for my wine-snob inlaws. I saw a review of it in our daily newspaper, and they said it was good. We may need a bottle, too. I’ll report back.
Other than that, I got nothing. Many of this week’s MMP posts seem especially hallucinogenic, and I shall watch in fascination.
VunderBob go out and buy some construction paper, Elmer’s glue, glitter and elbow macaroni. Tell VunderWife if she wants to make really truly heartfealt homemade Christmas gifts, the Nativity in elbow macaroni and glitter says it all. I’ll bet no one else will think of this so it’ll be original. She’ll love the idea. Trust me.
Lissla I soooooo wanna buy some of that wine. Just so I can say: “May I offer you some Cat Pee On A Gooseberry?” I gotta go wine shopping this weekend. I’ll see if I can find some.
Oh, and Puggy I’ll take some of that homemade lasagna. You sure you’re not trying to sneak some ground up nasty baby sheep in it? 
That’s from a Google search for the wine…
Swampy, maybe you could get a bottle of CPGB for ACBG and XMAS would be AOK.
Actually, if you are talking elbow macaroni and Christmas, don’t forget the gold spray paint.
What does Smurfette have in common with Vincent Van Gogh?
- Blue periods.
:: ducks and runs ::
Nothin but ground sirloin o big ol beefy steer in the meatballs, swampy along with some bread crumbs, parmesan and romano cheese and some eggs and spices. The lasagna is the usual…noodles, sauce, ricotta and mozzerella cheese, eggs and some pepper. It’s my homemade sauce, I tell ya, that makes it supreme. Taught to me by a little Italian mama many years ago.
bob, I was gonna say something about pad and panty liner commercials but the whole subject is just wrong!
We’re going our separate ways to do the family thing for Christmas but rest assured there are a couple bottles of champagne chillin’ in the fridge so on NYE, ACBG will be AOK.
Tuppy the lasgna sounds do yummy! I’m so full right now just reading about gave me a tummy ache. I just ate a wonderful lunch of corn chowder, tomato aspic, that chicken and broccoli thing that has a name I can’t think of and ‘nanner puddin’. I don’t think I’m gonna make it through the afternoon.