I have a boat, too and also a yen for chocolate. You can keep the dark (choc), though–I only like that with other things. Never mind. Swampy --you stole a coffee maker from the Boy Scouts? How mean is that? BS have coffee makeers? They must have changed since my brother went thru–what’s next? espresso machines in their backpacks?
I don’t like coffee and I don’t drink it. I’m a tea girl-hot, iced, lukewarm cause I forgot I made it. Black pekoe tea, but also Earl Grey.
I hafta work tomorrow. It better rain. I have spoken-make it so.
Off to do noc before work type things. I’ll be back.
That’s what I thought too. That would explain all the frigging get up and go camping or hiking energy those guys have.
And listen lady - do NOT be wishing rain on us just because you have to work. Some of us plan some screwing around and not working time tomorrow, followed by the yard work in the afternoon that I’ve been putting off, so we WILL have nice weather and that’s all there is to say about it, OK???
Excuuuuse me, sir –I want it to rain tomorrow so that Friday will be a nice day for ME to garden in.
<mutters sotto voice > these new people who come in here and just start to throw their weight around. Who does he think he is, some in charge person? Ha! …thinks he can order up the weather like it’s something under his control. Everyone knows that I am the whether girl–I decide whether there’ll be weather, not what the weather will be…and there’ll be weather for him, all right. Right over the western burbs–that’ll teach him to not run my kids’ buses anymore. Look, I spelled the plural of bus correctly, he probably doesn’t even know how to do that…grumble, piss, moan, kvetch…
My BF won a raffle at work last week, so we’ll be going at the Red Sox game Sunday. Bus Guy, you and I will have to be careful not to wash our laundry together, or we’ll both end up going to see the Pink Sox!
We’ll be at the Days Inn on Carlton Street. Where is that in relation to say, the market and Chinatown?
And what the heck is a back bacon sammich? I mean, I get the sammich part, but what’s the difference between, say, back bacon and regular old bacon? Most importantly, is it bad for me? I mean, there’s no point in makin ga point to eat it unless it’s bad for me.
Save some cinnamon buns for me, I’ll collect them when I arrive.
Guess what! The trash people just “trashed” another dumpster! I swear it’s like demolition derby when they come to pick up the trash. Now I gotta call the trash folks about getting another brand new shiny dumpster. Something tells me the trash folks need to do some serious training on how not to run over dumpsters with trash trucks or some drug testing. It entertains me at least.
Valances? Is that like valence electrons on an atom? You have to get your valence charges altered? -1 to +2? Isn’t that undergoing a chemical reaction?
… I’ll stop now. I wasn’t very productive with working on my undergraduate thesis yesterday, but fortunately I did manage to get my homework done. Don’t have time to stick around right now, but I’ll be back around 2ish.
So, I have an 8:00 class Tuesdays and Thursdays. Last night, I planned to make sure to get at least 5 hours of sleep, so as to remain awake in class. My plan, however, was thwarted by someone setting popcorn on fire. Again. So I got to wake up, scream at my roommate (I mean that literally- the girl does not wake up for anything- she has been responsible for us failing many a fire drill when I haven’t been there to get her up), throw on pants, and go outside. And wait. And wait. Until finally the firetruck showed up, removed the burnt popcorn, and we got to go upstairs. Of course, we were all wound up, and couldn’t fall back asleep for ages.
So, if anyone would like to write up a funny, “how to make popcorn without summoning the fire department,” please, be my guest. I may print it out and post in anonymously all over the dorm.
On the bright side, at least we got to watch a movie in class this morning!
