Were you bad? “Interrogated” by the CIA? Into BDSM? Just why were you put on the rack? 
I see three that I gotta gotta gotta have!!! And I ain’t even Jewish.
It hath been written in the 17th centurye. Thou art an uneducated cove, a Ruffian,
a Villain, a Momus, a Knave, a Carper, a Critick, a Bubo, a stupid Asse, and a gnawing Worme with Envious Lips.
You drank the whole bottle of Manichewitz again?:rolleyes:
I can’t think of anything worse than putting you on the list of “People I See Hanging From the Broadway Bridge By Their Fingernails at Midnight”. You have been on the list for some time, Bubo.
:dubious:
It should be against the Geneva Convention or maybe the Berne Convention or heck, I’d settle on a Shriner convention to have a spreasheet of over 4,000 lines, but sure enough, that’s what I spent my irk day working on. My eyes are still swimming.
The hatches are battened against the impending storm. Predictions are for 3 inches of rain, 30 mile winds gusting to 50 and a multitude of power outages, fallen trees and flooded streets. More importantly, the very lightweight decorations like a hollow plastic Santa have been stashed in the garage so they don’t participate in a Christmas Wizard of Oz reenactment when the bad weather hits.
Up, caffeinated, off to work. Off at noon today.
You bought the Broadway Bridge? You think you would have learned after the 3rd time you bought the Brooklyn one.:rolleyes:
Good luck with the battening, gotti!
{{{Butters}}}
**Spaz **- the first and only time I made a pair of men’s pants, it was from a pattern that had half a dozen sizes printed on the same tissue and you cut out the one you needed. I had a major brain fart and didn’t realize till I was nearly finished that I’d made the wrong size!! And we’re talking after I’d done the fly and everything!! A perfectly good prank ended up going horribly wrong and the pants wound up in the garbage. I couldn’t donate them because there was absolutely no way anyone anywhere would wear them other than the person for whom they were intended in the situation for which it was intended. Man, it would have been soooooooooo great. So I don’t make men’s pants any more.
**gotti **- good luck weathering the storm!
Thanks to my little melatonin, I had a pretty good night. Higgs started fussing about 30 minutes before the alarm, so I tended to her while **FCD **snoozed the last little bit. He’s in the shower now and he’ll be off to work in about 20 minutes. I’ll shower, then I’ve got some laundry to do. And I’ll be running to Food Lion for a few items that are on sale. And I may even get super-ambitious and scrub the bathrooms! :eek: I figure since my sweetie is working a real job, I can’t expect him to do the grubby household chores also. Because I’m nice, dammit!
Happy Thursday!!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, caffienated and purtified so no YAWN. 'Tis 34 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 59 for the day. That’s Winterish here in south Jawja.
{{{Butters}}} You need some Vick’s and Soft Kitty.
gotti yikes! Hope y’all weathered the storm.
Everybody else, yays, boos, hugs, chitling, trouts, noogies, how you doin’s all around as needed.
OK, I hear OYKW, so I guess that means time to leave. We’re goin’ to Pearly’s for brekkie this mornin’. YUM!
Happy Thursday Y’all!
Blurf.
We hates Christmas shopping, yesss, precious, we does.
I still have to get something nice for my cousin- this is tricky. I missed his 35th last month, and he’s got some issues, and will probably overanalyze whatever I get him. He’s also a recovering alcoholic, which cuts a massive amount of men’s gifts out.
There’s always chocolate, I guess.
Nut, you make me so glad that our families decided years ago to quit the gift-giving… not that we ever exchanged with cousins anyway, since there were too many and they all lived too far away.
I’m showered and dressed. **FCD **is at work. First load is in the washer for another 20 minutes or so. Breakfast has been ingested. And it’s getting light outside - light enough that I can see it’s windy, too. ugh. Winter sucks.
Matt Murphy once knew a hooker named Minnie Minola; I believed she made men pant. 
I work a real job, too. Just sayin’. :o
Traffic reports on the radio make it sound as if all the roads have been replaced with a giant ice rink. :eek:
**Spidey **- when I was single, I had a real job and I took care of my place. What’s your point? 
Anyway, when I was working and he was retired, he did the grubby chores while I was gone. It’s called a partnership.
I want a donut. There are no donuts in this house. That sucks. Where’s the Donut Fairy???
Blurf. Jetlagged blurf as well. Home from my lovely trip, had a fab time and am now the size of a house after way too much food. That’ll be me back on a crash diet before the hexmas madness starts…
Mooom, you will be pleased to know that whilst on my travels, I bought a coaster! It is still at home but tomorrow it will be making a little trip to the orifice with me as it will become my Official Work Coaster.
Other than that, not a lot. Got home on Tuesday, went out in the evening to see three bands and had a great time. Yesterday I went back to work, survived the day and went to the pub afterwards with friends. Much yawning and tiredness ensued as I was not really ready for another late night but I managed to stay awake for the duration. Tonight I have to go grocery shopping as the fridge remains empty despite my hope that the grocery fairy might have called round. No such luck, she must be stuck somewhere with the doughnut fairy, probably gossiping about the problems of finding a reliable source of rocking-horse poo.
Ho hum. Back to the grind. When is it quit o’clock?
Here’s a handy tip I’m happy to share with all of you. If you hang wet clothes on the line when the temperature is hovering around the freezing point, your hands will get FREEKIN’ COLD!!!
I’m better now - indoor temps and a mug of hot tea has helped. At least until the next load has to go out…
It does no good at all reminding you that Mom and ladies are present, does it?
:dubious:
Second load of laundry is on the lines, minus the socks. I ran out of space, so they’re literally hanging from our mantel to dry in the warmth of the pellet stove.
I need to run to Food Lion…
she’s near my house, waiting to give a WHOLE BOX of donuts to my cleaning lady! 
Flytrap, read my post carefully, it’s not me that knows her.
so, woke up to see the lawns and roofs dusted with snow. blurf.
If you had ever met my mother you would realize ----- not really. She’s made more than one Marine blush in her day.