P.S. The hubs took me and the twins out to the Chinese buffet after the twins’ karate class.
OMG, I have never eaten that much at a buffet before. I usually get only one, maybe two plates. This time I ate 3 full plates, mostly of garlic roasted clams and pork potstickers. I was seriously craving clams. We don’t eat seafood at our house because my husband doesn’t like the smell and I am not very good at cooking seafood anyway, but when I can go out and get some from a restaurant it’s fantastic.
April that sounds amazing! And I’m eating for you today too, apparantly; no matter what I eat, it’s not the right ‘thing’ and I’ve tried everything. I feel like I’m STARVING yet I’m so full and bloated, yuck.
Well knock on wood my long national nightmare may be wrapping up. I have a date with my lawyer next week for a deposition under oath, then we submit it to the court and if I haven’t screwed it up too bad I will soon be divorced.
Seriously, congrats 2g, I was actually happy when my rents got dee-vorced because they were so unhappy together and us chillins knew it. They didn’t divorce until I was 16, but I remember telling my friends I wish they would get divorced when I was 12.
She’s the lady who works at Bluff City Electronics, where I bought the cables to install the somewhere above switches.
Ladies with Husbands or Significant Others, if he came home with a neat airplane calendar, B-25s and P-38s, and said, “Look what Tammy gave me!” you’re gonna ask, “Who is Tammy?”, right?
:dubious:
I weathered that well, because I Knew It Was Coming.
Well, what’s going around certainly got me! I’ve had no voice since late last night. It seems to be breaking through a bit when I cough now, so I’m hoping I might wake up with at least a little bit of a voice.
Apes, you were right on, lol! I have never handled gas well, bleargh.
Giggity, you’re almost there. Keep biting that stick and then celebrate when you get to finally spit it out!
As far as MrTao coming home with stuff from women <ideas, stuff, whatever>, as long as it’s not STDs I don’t care. Hell, last night he thanked me TWICE for “letting” him go to the gym. O.o Apparantly it’s an issue with some of the guys he works with; their wives have issues with it or something. Maybe it’s 'cause I didn’t get married until I was 44, but really, if someone’s gonna cheat, they’re gonna cheat, and it’s not something I spend time worrying about. Besides, I get a free pass myself that way. (For the gym! Minds-gutters-out ) I just never saw the point of not doing things separately just 'cause they aren’t things you’d do jointly due to lack of interest or whatever.
Though I did cock an eyebrow when I first saw the subscription to Lynda.com …
Back in the 90s when **FCD **was still working in the wire industry, he would go to the international wire show in Atlanta every couple of years. Among other things, they spent a lot of time with their various and sundry vendors, most from Europe, and that included evening visits to The Cheetah, which is nekkid bar/club. (I was going to link to their web site, but there was a “sexual content” warning before you could even access it, so I passed on that… :eek: )
One year, he came home with a t-shirt signed by a bunch of the nekkid dancers. Their table had won it for having the most nekkid women dancing on their table at one time. None of the other guys wanted to take it because their wives would have conniptions. I knew about the club, I know my sweetie like to look at nekkid wimmins, and I further know that he doesn’t do anything but look, so it didn’t bother me. As long as he wasn’t tucking our grocery money into their boots (they didn’t even have G-strings…) Anyway, the guys he was with were amazed that he’d tell me about it and that I didn’t kill him. Whatevs… :rolleyes:
Oh, yeah - good morning! I’m wide awake at a ridiculously early hour - it’s still dark outside! I tried to fall back to sleep, but it just wasn’t happening. And really, sleeping in is dangerous - it makes Monday morning so much more difficult, ergo, I’m up. We’re going to do a quick clean-up this morning, I’m going to do some laundry, Jim and his wife are coming over to get the boats, and I think we’re making a dump run today. Good times!
Is it hunting season? I just heard what sounded like 3 gunshots in rapid succession. I hope they were successful - fewer deer on the roads is good!
All good answers,** flytrap**, rosie, and doggio. Thanks!
Although, doggio, how’s about chocolate pudding instead of banana?
I’m up early this morning so that I can go to water aerobics. :eek: Yes, I know. I must be coming down with something. I’m not sure how I decided to get up earlier so that I could go to the class that is later in the day, though.
After that I have to go to the library and then tonight my dad and his girlfriend are going to hear his girlfriend’s brother’s band, so I may go out with them. It depends how sociable and/or tired I’m feeling at the time.
And gotta love my neighbors. It’s 7:14 in the morning and there’s some kind of pounding noise going on next door. Fortunately the dogs haven’t started barking at it yet.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 65 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 85 here in the swamp. In Columbus, Jawja where we’re headed this afternoon, the high will be 82 and will probably be around 78 at five-thirty o’clock, the time of the weddin’. Not that the weddin’ is like outdoors, but still a very pleasant temp which will not cause sweatiness of suitage. Speakin’ of which, I, bein’ ever so productive, have pressed both suits, ironed shirts, seen to their packin’ and even ensured all shoes are clean and shiny. Ok, I supervised the cleanin’ and shinin’ of shoes but still, it was me who made sure it was done right. Thus, we are all packed and ready. I even made sure the underwear was not of the ratty kind. Go Me!
I leave this place for a few hours and people are rollin’ around in puddin’. :dubious:
flytrap post padding means makin’ lots of posts pretty much in succession. This has never been a real concern for the MMP, however.
Apes I sent you a friend request with a note that says “this is da bear from the MMP.”
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Since there’s leftover ham, I envision ham 'n chese omelettes, grits and toast. That should rouse a certain OYKW from slumber.
Chocolate works, I just like banana pudding for the Southern feel. swampy, let me have my sick, twisted fantasies. I don’t get on your nekkid bacon frying. :p;)
**FCD **is enroute to the dump and to Lowe’s. I’ve got a load of jeans in the washer and I’m having some breakfast at the moment. There’s a dishwasher to be emptied and a floor to be vacuumed. Good times in FairyChatLand!!!
Speaking of good times, why do some men feel obligated to brag about their studliness?? One of the brokers we were talking to yesterday had to make sure we knew he was 64 and he had a 9-y/o son. He just threw that out there - we weren’t discussing children or anything. Good for you, old geezer - you got the job done 9 years ago. I’m impressed… :rolleyes: It’s gotta be testosterone poisoning.
If he’s a broker than he’s a salesman therefore a professional bullshit artist. I am familiar with it because there are times I have to play one on tv myself.
I understand why he’s boasting - he’s 64 and he has to put up with the crap of raising a young child who hasn’t even hit puberty yet. He wants to get something out of the deal - even sympathy might help a sale.
(For the gym! Minds-gutters-out 
) I just never saw the point of not doing things separately just 'cause they aren’t things you’d do jointly due to lack of interest or whatever.
