Dopers at whose houses I will never eat:
mangeorge, unless it’s something non-fried
taters, unless it is promised that it’s not spam.
My poor Teddy kitty’s losing weight. Last time he went to the vet he weighed 10 lbs but now he’s down to 8 lbs., 3 oz. Poor kitty. He’s very very skinny. But they x-rayed him and did blood tests and there’s nothing wrong. So I’m worried about my poor skinny kitty. 
In non-skinny news, today’s cake day at work (happens once a month for the month’s birthdays). So one of the secretaries brought in a fruit-type cake and I’ve got a chocolate cake. Yup, we’re all going to overeat today!
I just found this lovely site chock full of spam recipes just for donkey. No need to thank me, really. I do it purely out of a desire to help my fellow(ess) humans along the way. 
Who knew one could do so much with a can of congealed pork product?
:smack: What in the wide wide world of sports was I thinkin’ Sorry. I meant, the one next to the McDonald’s.
I am indeed coming down, and will be glad to pass the torch…er…torchiere. Let’s coordinate.
A couple years ago, my friend decided to throw a “fancy” party (meaning we all wore slightly nicer clothes and sat in the pretty living room at his parents’ house while we got drunk), and as one of the little hors d’however you spell it, there were chunks of what we all thought was Taylor ham (pork roll to those not from New Jersey), and we happily chowed down, exclaiming over how tasty it was.
My friend waited until it was all gone before telling us it was Spam. I no longer trust anything he tries to feed me.
And I’m ashamed to admit that it was damn tasty.
Urk. Stayed up late reading Locked Rooms, the new Mary Russeell/Sherlock Holmes novel, then couldn’t get to sleep until after four. Then I had to wake up at intervals to keep the cats from eating tacks. And Mr. Lissar is still sick and coughing.
Lissla is very tired. Maybe I won’t have to do anything at work today. I’ll try to hang around talking to people instead of working. And drink lots of tea. I should stop at Tm Horton’s on the way to work and get breakfasty muffin things.
Last night we had black bean soup made with homemade chicken broth. It was yummy, and I’m taking some for lunch/dinner today.
ashes, I was really with ya till that second to last paragraph. Now…put DOWN the caffeine!
beck, congrats on doing so well!
taters, maybe your doggie is just smellin’ that you’re not feelin’ too well. Doggies can do that I’m told.
Just watched the shuttle go up a little while ago. Not near as fun as doing it at the beach but it was jake anyway.
Tupug (confesses to actually liking spam)
I’ve got this one waiting for me at the library - probably will pick it up tomorrow. Wish I had timed things a little better - would have been fun to bring it on my vacation. But since I am a good little library patron, I will read it this weekend instead of waiting and letting it go overdue.
And Rue - mwah! I love the word gams - makes me feel all 1940’s and stuff. And to make your day even brighter - I’m wearing the white skirt again! And to make swampy 's day brighter - I ran the lint roller over it after I got to work this morning (darn cats!).
Susan
Mmmmkay, Rue, I will have you know that I was in fact very clean and smelled very pretty. Yesterday I was smelling all citrus-basily as a matter of fact. Today too, for that matter.
Magic Eyes and Chaotic Donkey , trust me, SPAM is NOT to be found in our household. Just the sight of that stuff grosses me out; all that congealed gunk and stuff that’s around it, just ugh!
Ashes, Ashes, you’ve just had way too much excitement for one day; take the day off and avoid the roads!
I am ready to kill the ice cream truck people that come around our neighborhood. Okay, they are not really the old-fashioned ice cream trucks; one is a van and one is a car. Both play BROKEN music tracks at decibels that break your eardrums! I do not buy ice cream from the ice cream men because they are a RIP-OFF!
Well, I need to get back to work.
I’m kind of curious on one point here. How long did you have to stand around in your skimpy undies before the construction workers walked in? I think Swampy’s record is three days.
Personally, I liked the hairy white skirt. Not that I’d ever buy one. I mean, me in white? Get serious!
I’ll have you know, I have never attempted such a thing! Really! I am appalled! The very idea! Shame on you shibb!
It wasn’t skimpy undies. It was a leather thong.
The Spamniotic fluid? There’s much less of it in Spam these days. It’s a lighter, healthier Spam to fit your on-the-go lifestyle!
We (the Little Woman and I) have these friends (as far as you know). The girl of the couple swore she hated Spam and would never eat it, let alone look at the stuff. OK. Fine.
Then they (as a couple) had us (as another couple) over for Easter dinner (as guests, not as entrees). Main course was a canned ham. This was different than Spam how exactly? Oh yeah! I was bigger and she baked it in ginger ale. (I ate it. It was good.)
It looks like me an’ Soupo are going camping this weekend. Spam is in the forecast.
Bless you Susan and your white skirted glam gams!
Chinese buffet for lunch today.
Many people will be drawn to you for
your wisdom and insights.
Lucky numbers 7, 34, 5, 11, 28, 9
And Bookkeeper the question isn’t about why your cat’s eyes are glowing (cats = evil, nothing new there), but where is the rest of that decapitated gorilla from the first picture? Dinner for the cats?
<snerk> IN BED! <snerk>
Bwahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa!
If it was so splendid, why do I have leftovers?? I hope it’s not because you were shy about having seconds. I mean, you didn’t strike me as being particularly shy and it’s not like it was a teeny-tiny meatloaf. Or bowl of 'taters. Or bowl of peas-n-carrots. You will most certainly be invited to dinner next time you’re in the area, and you’d better snarf down your fair share!
Incidentally, the blueberries you brought found their way into pancakes on Sunday morning. They were yummy, and greatly enjoyed. Followed by speculation of: “How did they get the pumpkin bread into that bag??”
I’ll be back when I’m done bleaching my brain… I mean, I luvs ya, swampy, but this TMI thing is getting out of control!!!
I guess it depends on how big one’s bed is.
I just heard on the news that another woman has tried to cut off her husband’s dangly part because she caught him screwing around on her. But she was pretty aggravated, I guess, and her aim was off so she missed. She only managed to stab him in the upper thigh.
She was booked on a misdeweiner.
I guess it depends on how big one’s bed is.
I just heard on the news that another woman has tried to cut off her husband’s dangly part because she caught him screwing around on her. But she was pretty aggravated, I guess, and her aim was off so she missed. She only managed to stab him in the upper thigh.
She was booked on a misdeweiner.
BWAhahahahahahha!
The only normal people are the
ones you don’t know very well
Make up your own joke.