Today’s Pearls Before Swine bears a Valentine’s warning for us all.
Blurf.
seconded
**Spaz **- I love Pearls Before Swine!! 
And that reminds me - at the corner of Loveville Road and Three Notch Rd, there’s been an Amish guy the last 3 days selling roses - first time I’ve seen that. I think it’s a hoot that he hopped into that niche - that would be the guilt-niche.
OK, 4 folders of files have been moved to where I can work on them. Guess I should start, huh? 
Up, caffeinated, off to irk.
I have an 8 hr meeting today. Someone put me out of my misery quick!
Alas yon meeting beckons…
Up
way too early considering sah-dog woke me up to go out. Then I couldn’t get back to sleep.
There’s just a light dusting of snow out there.
Happy VD!
An eight hour meeting? Doesn’t that violate the Swingline Accord or some similar law?
**sari **- we didn’t get snow - just rain. I guess you live too far north. 
Eight hour meetings fall under the categoryof cruel and unusual punishment! UGH!!!
I always thought it’d be fun to write a piece of music called ‘‘Snowplow Ballet.’’
Been sick and busy this week, but wanted to drive by and wish everyone a Happy Valentine’s day!
Bah humbug
Last night’s forecasted 1-3" turned out to be no snow at all on 90% of the driveway/sidewalk. The remaining 10% (cold spots?) is only about 25% white.
Last week we set a record of 9 consecutive days of snow; however, the combined total of the 9 days was ≈ 2" :rolleyes:
I’m wondering if we’ll get any real snow this year given that spring* starts this week.
I really dont wanna go into the orifice today but I’m over my WFH quota.
- Pitchers & catchers reported yesterday & the rest by Sat.
Wrong holiday.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. Chocolate up.
Happy Valentine’s Day to my favorite group of mumpers! (As opposed to the other group of mumpers I don’t like so much…?)
It be Thursday before a long weekend! I have class this afternoon. Blech. I don’t like this class and am kind of sorry I took it. Oh well!
I told some guy off (nicely, I hope) this morning on a fitness site that I belong to. He was boohooing about Valentine’s Day and that no one had ever loved him because he’d been fat his whole life. Well, I’ve been fat my whole life and I found the best boyfriend ever. Gee, I wonder what the difference is…
Speaking of love:
“It’s only with the heart one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” Antoine de St. Exupery
Anyhow, glad that everything turned out ok, herbs.
My dad is pretty sick right now and is bordering on pneumonia and for some dumb reason decided that he needed to go to work for a little while today even though the doctor told him to stay home and rest. I am very :dubious: about the situation.
Apparently it did so badly that 2 out of 2 of the key decision makers dissed the meeting at the last minute. Go figure. So meeting rescheduled for 3 weeks hence. Am slightly irked that we couldnt figure this out yesterday so I didnt make several people drive over here for small talk but oh well. Now what to do with the rest of my day…
[Bluto]: [thrusting six-pack into Flounder’s hands] My advice to you is to start drinking heavily. [/Bluto]
Well… I now have no grandparents.
It’s not a surprise, the nursing home have been saying it could be any time now since October, and I never actually met her, so I don’t really need sympathy.
Grandma left when my mother was 3. She’d been in and out of mental institutions (where she met the guy she left my Grandad for- not a good idea) from the time she had her first child, which continued for the rest of her life. My mother didn’t see her again until she was 16, just before Grandma moved to Scotland, and basically vanished entirely. Nearly thirty years later her third daughter, my half-aunt, decided she wanted to meet her half-sisters, when I was in my early teens, and managed to get in touch.
I met my half-aunt and cousins, but only spoke to Grandma on the phone once, before her psycho control freak second husband, John, decided she’d talked enough, picked up the other handset and started screaming down it. For the next few years she went through phases of sending cards and birthday presents, but I never tried to visit due to the aforementioned John, who still wanted her to have nothing to do with us. The cards stopped when my half-aunt died (almost exactly 9 years ago), though my full aunt did keep in touch.
I always vaguely intended to visit after John died- which happened a year or so back- but the combination of mental illness, the effects of years of whatever passed for treatment, plus the start of dementia meant Grandma was back in care and not recognising the people she did know, so it seemed a bit pointless to trek up to Scotland to see her for the first time, when she probably wouldn’t even know who I was after a lengthy explanation, and would immediately forget anyway. I don’t think I’ll be able to make the funeral, even if it does feel a bit wrong to miss it.
In other news, this probably wasn’t the best day to have an interview… I was somewhat distracted, and I don’t think I did very well. I don’t think it was quite the job for me anyway.
Happy Valentines those who care about such things. I don’t, but I think it’s booze o’clock anyway.