**Bunny **- no sweat - Before I identify myself, I ask who’s calling and why. I’d simply tell them to send me a statement of what I allegedly owe, without giving them my address, of course. But it’s easier not to answer.
**lieu **- get a pug! Misery loves company, you know! OK, for reals - look into adopting an older animal if you want a dog - they’re usually house trained and mellow. Unless you get a dalmatian - they’re never mellow. But your gorgeous daughter deserves a doggeh!
Laundry is in, folded, and put away. My stuff from Think Geek arrived - yay! **FCD **should be home soon. It’s been a good day.
{{{loo}}} that’s tough news to find out. I say go for the doggeh. I like the idea of adoptin’ an older dawg unless you really want to raise a pup. Then again, ain’t nuttin’ much else like puppeh kisses!
Oh and howdy from da cave. Chili and cornbread for dindin. We’s in the need for some down home comfort foods.
No, bbbobbio and swampy, neither Epicurean, nor Aquarian, nor Whiskeypalian. I’m just your gregarian hyperborean Dickensian humanitarian vegetarian contrarian (semi)Libertarian American librarian. Aren’t we all, peedin? (I know you’re a fellow hyperborean at least!)
Puppy breath is nasal ambrosia. Older dawgs have their personalities revealed, can insure they’re not barkers, etc. It’ll be a process… then we’ll suddenly have our hearts melted and know it’s the one.
It’s been a very long day. But now I am 1/8th of an inch taller and I have a sheet of foot-strengthening exercises to do.
My goal for this week is to get my hats done. I have three days to finish one hat and the three rows on the one that’s currently on the hook. I also have a feeling that my third female co-worker will want a hat too when she finds out the other two are getting one. She’ll have to pick the color, though, because I don’t know how to match redheads.
We’s fed. I just refilled the pellet hopper. **FCD **took Higgs out. Soon we’ll mellow the evening away. I’m thinking I might partake of some melatonin tonight. Or a toasted almond. Or maybe both??
And referring now the well set Reader to the post its selfe, where satisfaction lyeth ready to receive him, and expectation desirious of deserved thankes: I come to talke with the scelerate Companion: if thou beest a Ruffian, a Villain, a Momus, a Knave, a Carper, a Critick, a Bubo, a stupid Asse, and a gnawing Worme with Envious Lips, I bequeath thee to a Carnificiall reward where a hempen Rope will soon dispatch thy snarling slander, and free of my toylesome Travailes and now painefull Labours from the deadly Poyson of they sharpe edged calumnies and so goe hang thy selfe; for I neither will respect thy Love nor regard thy Malice: and shall ever and always remaine,
To the Courteous still Observant:
And to the Critcall Knave as he deserveth.
Carnivorous Plant.
I am dying. My throat is so sore. I have never had anything like this. Can’t swallow so can’t sleep. I never knew how much one swallows while sleeping.
I will go back to the dr tomorrow if it’s not a whole lot better.
Um, what kind of herbicide have you been partaking , flytrap?
{{{lieu}}}
swampy, I had chili and cornbread for lunch (well, a corn tortilla…you know, Mexican cornbread). Keeping the apartment heated tonight.
Sending some virtual chicken soup and popsicles your way, butters.
Fixing to hit the studio to finish the sketches for an ugly sweater that my boss will have to wear for a contest. The winning department will have lunch next month at a local steakhouse. And the fun of making an ugly sweater for your boss. Bwuhahaha!
OK, for reals - look into adopting an older animal if you want a dog - they’re usually house trained and mellow. Unless you get a dalmatian - they’re never mellow. But your gorgeous daughter deserves a doggeh!
