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{{{{{VBob}}}}}
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 57 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of around 63 and more rain. At least the rain is supposed to end this afternoon. We now have flood warnin’s along creeks. The only bad thing about that for da bear is, if two main creeks that converge and empty into the river flood, my ten mile commute to irk becomes a thirty mile commute as the creek convergences happen to be on my main road into town. Thus, appropriate/inappropriate appendages are crossed.
{{{BBBobbio}}} I’m so sorry about Scott. May he rest in peace. Scott, you and the family are in my thoughts and prayers. I’m glad you did get to see and talk to him one more time.
flytrap about the skeevy perv. It’s sob’s like him who download child porn that keeps child porn in business. Thus, he is as guilty of the exploitation of children as whoever actually forces those kids into that horrible situation. His sorry carcass needs to rot in prison, IMNSHO. I have no tolerance for this at all.
Last night was a great night at the church house. Lots of pancakes, bacon and sausage. Also, a silent auction for stuff that did not interest me but interested others enough. Everyone had a great time is seems and it looks like we raised around three thousand bucks for our Deacon’s ministry fund. We are small so this is a considerable sum of money to raise in one night. Lots of generous donations!
Sari yay on the refund! Happy Snoopy dances all around!
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy is tellin’ me it wants to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
To those of you who observe, a Holy and Blessed Lent.
Mornin’. Up, fortifying for irk. It bodes to be particularly irksome as there is a meeting with the gladhanding sales goon this afternoon. I think we need to get him a cat toy or something to play with so he’ll quit bothering those of us who actually do work.
Spidey, a lady never tells how her pillow dates go. 
I think I’ll give up working twelve-hour days for Lent. Even though it did score me major brownie points, my feet still hurt.
Another day in paradise…
{{{BBBobbio}}} - glad at least that you had a final visit.
**Spaz **- I love the cat toy comment! I may steal it! 
**sari **- yay for a refund! Wish I could say the same, but the best I could do was open an IRA so I could reduce the amount of taxes I have to pay. I’ve got 2 W-4s on my desk to raise my withholdings - I don’t want to go thru this again next year. It’s bizarre, tho - both of us claim married and 0 and it still doesn’t hold enough out - the only thing we can write off of significance are our house-related items - interest and taxes. We haven’t had to pay out enough to claim any medical costs, we have no child-care or business write-offs, and even tho we support a few charities, it isn’t with huge amounts. So Uncle Sam gets a big cut.
In less depressing news, um… well, I’m dressed and more or less functional, so there’s that. I’d rather be under the covers still - another broken night last night, alas. Oh, wait - the Higlet is doing lots better - less peeing in the house, and she’s starting to indicate that she wants to go out - small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
That’s all I’ve got. Happy Wednesday. Have an ash.
You, on the other hand… 
(:eek: d&r :D)
{{{Bobbio}}} 
All you gov’t employees – I feel your pain. It isn’t any better for (most) gov’t employees under other governments, BTW and FWIW…
Blurf.
Went to bed early to pointedly avoid the State of the Union address. I was in no mood for a night of projectile vomiting.
My condolences VBob.
Also lots of hugs to all (including me) who are waiting on congress. I has a GRRRR and a VERY long day ahead of me. I must stay late tonight in order to call Japan. Bleh!
(((((BBBobbio)))))
I am glad it’s pub day, means I’ve survived half the week. But it’s snowing again, and I want it to stop otherwise it might mean we can’t get out to said pub tonight, especially as it’s in a small village which means little country roads to get there.
Someone dumped an annoying and “urgent” job on me minutes ago, something that’s not actually my job and something I don’t have the necessary documents to complete. I am going to ignore their “urgency” and have my lunch instead.
BooFae since it’s not urgent enough to provide you with the needed documentation, well then, enjoy your N.O.L.
I et some cereal for brekkie and also had some cantaloupe (ain’t got a ladder!) that I brought in to irk with me and just et. YUM!
{{Bobbio}}
Blurfy wet grey 'n cloudy day… Not doing much, 'cos I spent too much money yesterday- though I did find a book I nearly bought for £10 a few weeks back, second hand but in perfect condition for £1, which I can kind of use as an excuse… Also bought some miracle berry pills, has anyone ever tried em? I needs ideas for things to try with 'em 
n/m
First!
Well, it’s been there since the weekend, so where are my beads?
I’m very sorry for your loss {{{{{{{Bobbio}}}}}}}
I avoided it by watching a bunch o’ BBT reruns on TBS
We’re getting another snowstorm overnight. Weeeeee!
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a State of the Union address ever. I’m not a fan of political theater, regardless of the party. I’m especially sick of this Congress and all the games.
Plus there are not brownies in this building. How do they expect me to function without brownies??? 
Don’t ask me why I reemmber crap like this but today is the borthday of two of my ex boyfriends
*You dated twins??? * :eek:
Four pages already?! It’s only Wednesday! And this is the first time I’m poking my head in.
…To say, I spilled my coffee at the Honda dealership this morning. :o 
Thankfully there were only a few people at the waiting booth watching me. But how mortifying. I’m trying to get a maintenance guy (who never came) and trying to get paper towels from the bathroom and clean up. Some nice stranger took pity on me and helped me.
I swear I can’t be cool even for 30 minutes.
’Mika mayhaps it is only the cool ones who spill coffee at the Honda dealership. It says, “hey, I am who I am and I don’t care who knows!” If it’s anything like the coffee at the local Ford dealership, it probably ate a hole through the floor. I swear that place can make a fresh pot of coffee that tastes like it’s been there for a week.
Nuts I suggest you try out the miracle berry pills with a green persimmon and see if that tastes sweet. That is provided you have persimmons in Merrye Olde Englande. A green persimmon is one of the foulest, sourest substances known to all of humanity. Green apples and/or green plums might also be an interestin’ experiment. Would they make an olive taste sweet? The things you could experiment with and report back to us with the results are astoundin’!
Complimentary customer-service coffee?
It’s probably cold enough right out of the machine to keep you uber-cool
N.S. (who has probably spilled more than 100 cups of coffee in the past 10 years :o :))
Thank you both for the comforting words! At least the service guy didn’t see that I spilled coffee. I like to look semi-competent when I take my car in.
I’ve spilled lots of coffee too but it’s better when I spill it when I’m all alone. At least I didn’t get a drop on me!
And it’s hilarious that you both commented on the dealership coffee.
I was just getting an oil change and a tire rotation. My car isn’t even a year old so there’s nothing wrong with it, but it’s 8000 miles and the oil was down to 20% so I figured it was time.
I LOVE this car. It tells me everything that happens to it. It even tells me when the tire pressure is low. And when the anti-skid brake things work.
I have class tomorrow. In the last two weeks we were supposed to come up with a potential project, which I did, and try to find a teammate. We all tried, but we really haven’t come to any conclusions. That’s fine, I’m sure we’ll cement it tomorrow.
What drives me crazy is that out of five people in the class, one has never contacted any of us or responded to any of the e-mails. We don’t even know if he’s been on the college website! Yeah, that’s exactly who I want to partner with. /sarcasm
Happy Hump Day y’all.
I’m at irk, which means sitting on the side of my bed waiting for the phone to ring. Of course the phone is silent until I pop in here, then it starts ringing.