Lunch, I was just thinking about you last night and wondering that we’d not seen or heard from you. I was going to email you and everything, but you popped up in here first.
I managed somehow to lose a pound at Fat Club, not sure how that happened. But I plan to celebrate with cocktails and yummy food tonight as I’m meeting a friend after work and we’re off to a Latin-American restaurant. I shall be studying the menu later…
ETA: Woot! First on three!
Gotti, in a strange twist of bizarreness, a friend of mine has been over in Charlotte on business and she emailed yesterday to tell me about the 4hr traffic jam she got stuck in. She mentioned I-77 so I guess it was as a result of the tanker fire. How spooky is that?
And welcome back, SpecialOne; you have been missed!
I have a consultation with the sleep apnea folks today; unfortunately, it’s going to rain cats and dogs most of the day, so it shall be a very wet trip to and from. Blah! I’m also going in for a 3-month lab work, diabetes-related. Cross your fingers & other appendages for me that the numbers will be okay!
Happy hump day all. Congrats on losing a lb., BooFae - the best part is that you’ll be able to celebrate it a bit.
Dunno abour a splinter from the cross (IIRC someone once calculated the combined weight of all the “real” pieces of the cross claimed worldwide and came up with a number that explains why that damn thing seemed to be so heavy… :p) – but I remember that there used to be a “novelty” item called “Air from the Holy Land.” It came in a sardine can, basically… The name of the company that marketed it was “LuftGesheft”
(which means “Air Business” – or, roughly, what we’d call a “bubble” in modern market-speak today – in Yiddish)
You still care what people think? See, that’s needy!
Y’know, I must have actually been really close to you, mileage-wise, at one point, since we flew in and out of JFK (and visited the Brooklyn Museum; which is way less well-known than it deserves!) – so I was actually on Long Island!
Facebook … remind me what is Facebook…? :o Seriously, I don’t think I’ve even visited my page there in a month…
If you ever bothered calling, or even sending mail, you would have gotten the auto-reply and you would have known.
speaking of being so-near-and-yet-so-far, we spent a week in London, too (with a day trip to Hay-on-Wye)
Have you checked all of the couches there for stray coins…?
**Taters **-- I’ll take the gropes and the kisses, thanks
**Ivory **-- don’t mention that we both disappeared at the same time too often. People will start putting 2 and 2 together!
ETA: And thanks to you, too, **Tarra **-- even if you snuck in while I was posting!
Geographically, yes. But had you said that to any Brooklyn native, they would have given you an earful.
eta - the Brooklyn Museum was the star of The Hot Rock, and a few years ago (in '02), it housed the most amazing collection of Star Wars costumes, props, sketches, and blueprints that would have caused even the most casual fan to bounce off the walls.
It was a typical Tuesday night in the Missy household: went to the dog park after work for a while (Bailey now runs to me for protection when she’s feeling overwhelmed: I’m not sure if it’s a sign that she’s not independent enough, or if it’s just sweet), picked up some fast food on the way home, fed the doggy and myself, watched too much TV (The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, and Pawn Stars on TiVo, plus 21 Jump Street via Netflix streaming) while the hound slept on the couch next to me, occasionally checked for news and Facebook updates on my Droid (I got Froyo this morning! Yay!), then went to bed. Not a bad life.
I’m starting to get geared up for the weekend! Friday night I’ll head out to DC for more great live jazz, then Saturday some good friends are having a pizza-and-a-movie night: this weekend’s feature is Kick-Ass, which I haven’t seen yet but am looking forward to.
Why not ask? You’re getting to see Wicked twice in the same week: I’m jealous!
I had someone ask me this morning if I’d had lap band surgery. Nope. Her doctor told her someone here had it, and since I’ve dropped a lot of weight in the last year, she assumed it was me.
Guy, after several drinks, walks up to the barman and says “Hey, I’ll bet you 200 bucks that if you put out 10 shot glasses, I can stand 10 feet away and fill them up pissing at them, without getting a drop on your bar!”
Barman thinks, sure, why not, a bit of cleaning up is worth $200… so he says, “you’re on!”
Well, to cut a shaggy dog story short, the guy stands off from the bar, lowers his pants, and proceeds to piss all over everything… And at the end acknowledges he has lost, pulls out some money and pays the barkeep, who happily takes the windfall and proceeds to go ahead and start cleaning up…
Another guy goes to the first one and asks him “what the hell was that for? There’s no way you could do that, even sober! Talk about a sucker bet, and you suggested it!” To which the first guy says – “see the one at the corner table there with the long face? I bet him $500 that I could piss all over the bar and the barman would just smile at me and clean it up!”
A new pastor was visiting the homes of his parishioners.
At one house it seemed obvious that someone was at home, but no answer came to his repeated knocks at the door. Therefore, he took out a card and wrote “Revelation 3:20” on the back of it and stuck it in the door.
When the offering was processed the following Sunday, he found that his card had been returned. Added to it was this cryptic message, Genesis 3:10."
Reaching for his Bible to check out the citation, he broke up in gales of laughter.
Revelation 3:20 begins “Behold, I stand at the door and knock.” Genesis 3:10 reads, “I heard your voice in the garden and I was afraid, for I was naked.”
How about a misogynistic joke? My favorite joke is rather un-PC…here goes:
A man and a woman get on an elevator. They’re the only occupants. They’re both attractive, and they start eyeing each other. Suddenly the woman stops the elevator, rips off all her clothes and throws them to the floor, and says, “Make me feel like a woman!” The man rips off all his clothes and throws them to the floor, and says, “Pick those up!”
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Personally I think I prefer Jesus for thinking both green and humble. As proof, I cite a verse in St. John’s gospel where Christ tells the crowd, “For I did not speak of my own (Honda) Accord.”
And while Moses like British products, God certainly prefers Plymouth. Lets face it, based on the Bible He sure spends a fair amount of time in a Fury.
