Ooooooh gardentraveler, guess what I’m doing right now? A hint: it’s definitely not getting caffeinated, cackley cackley… And just who do you think gave the voo doo doll in the first place?
Poor BelZarak with your premature celebration problem. They have pills for that now, though they don’t turn everything blue, there’s gonna be confetti everywhere.
I like **CD ** for chaoticdonkey, it has a very up and coming sound to it, and up and coming is quite appropriate for someone holding down three jobs, and because he’s, well, he’s a *young man * after all. <snerk> Plus I read that you’d won two parfaits not two portraits and was wondering how big a nearly six dollar parfait would be. You’d need a U Haul just to get them home.
Taxi, could you put some chicken and stock in a blender and make babyfood that way? Even though it’s extra work, it probably costs less and if you make a big batch you can freeze it. My very crunchy granola cousin did that for every speck of food that went into her baby’s mouth. Yikes! And I wonder if it’s okay to mix in some protein powder?
I notice it is both SwampBear’s and Bear_Nenno’s birthday today. Does that mean bears all have their birthdays on the same day the way all horses are born on January 1st? I don’t know how Bumba’s daughter fits into this though. I’m guessing she’s almost certainly very un-bearlike. Her turning forty took me a back for a moment 'cause I’m always mixing up Bumba’s and **Shibby’s ** kids.
You know Draelin, it’s too bad the missing college kid probably won’t turn into the case of the missing co-worker like that thread a while back. That was some good reading. This time I’ll bet she’s just at home and didn’t want to officially quit. Which isn’t exciting just annoying. I’ve always officially quit my summer jobs, though the time I was waiting tables was pretty dramatic. I was already ticked off because the boss wasn’t giving me many hours, so he could help out his girlfriend who’d gambled her paycheck again. So when the heroin addict chef started yelling at me about not being able to read my tickets (which were completely legible to anyone not shaking like a poorly bred chihuahua), I went off on her, telling her exactly what I’d like her to actually do with her needles (she’d still be sticking herself, just in a much more unlikely place). Then I screamed for the boss, ripped off the dumbass apron they made us wear, and quit. The best part was when I grabbed the cheeseburger to go order that had just come up, said ‘don’t even dare to think you won’t be paying for my meal today’ and then whipped out the door. I’d never pulled anything so drama queenish in my life, I mean, I’d never even yelled at anybody before much less said the word ‘ass’ out loud. It felt really, really good though.
Mais ou sont les neiges d’antan = but there are the snows of Antan? B’huh? merrily.
Oooh, FCM has reminded me I have a little bit of Godiva dark chocolate ice cream still in the freezer. This is the first time I ever bought it 'cause ice cream is ice cream once you get up into the boutiquey pint container class I thought. I was so very, very wrong. This stuff is so good it’d be a bargain at twice the price. Peoples of the SDMB, if your sweety likes chocolate ice cream just make dinner for 'em and then a scoop of that ice cream for dessert and I can almost guarantee wonderful things will happen later on. Perhaps almost immediately. Le sigh, I will be all by myself whilst eating my ice cream. Poop!
Well, I’m off to Target to buy birdseed and kitty schnackies! Yay!
[sup]AM NOT! and you go right ahead and tell Mom; I’m going to tell Mamman Laveau![/sup]
