Thirty-five? You’re getting all angsty about turning thirty-five?
Shoot, yer just a baby.
Cheer up! You can probably find one of these fairly easily on the surplus market. Think of the envy of all the other Real Men™ in the neighbourhood.
Swampy, Psychiatry it is! I expect my diploma to arrive any day now from the Leakey University School of Voodoo, er, I mean Psychiatric Medicine in Costa Maraca.
Rooms to Go doesn’t have a drive up winder that I know of but you can order complete rooms online and they deliver! I know you can order a bedroom right down to the curtains and linens but maybe we’d best leave the bathrooms to the Home Depot.
There aren’t any Tripod doggies living with me. They all have the right number of paws. Perhaps an explanation is in order. (Ahem) Currently there are four dogs in residence. Three of them are the ill-mannered mini couch climbers. (The dogs are minis…not the couch) Dog number four belongs to The Princess and because he bears (I said bears, heh, heh) a striking resemblence to Chewbaca, isn’t allowed on the furniture. Not that he would anyway…he’s much too polite. Does that clear things up for ya?
And, now, I need to go read all the mimey sperm threads to see if I need comment.
Whoa!
I bet I wouldn’t have any more trouble with crappy drivers and parking space either. Plus I could just skip that stupid bridge every day.
Wouldn’t it be cool with tin cans and bows tied on it with a big ol’ “Just Married” sign on the back?
Good, that takes care of transportation. 
Ashes,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR AAAASHES!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUU!
Heck, if 40 ain’t old, neither is 35…I speak from experience. Hell, in my book 60 isn’t old. Funny, how the older YOU get, the younger the OLDER people seem to be.
All this talk of mime sperm is rather…disturbing. I mean, do the little swimmers swim in little invisible boxes???
Mime sperm do that swimming against the wind thing - that’s why so few of them actually make it anywhere…
Then they pretend to pull their tail and pick invisible flowers from the walls of the uterus.
I’m quoting swampy from the other thread that he linked to up there:
I know I don’t post all that often, but I’ll try harder! Really! And I have beer! No cookies, though. And I’m not really sure how I rate on the burly scale. But I have beer!
lightingtool, I wasn’t one of the ladies mentioned. That means I’m available.
Will YOU marry ME? I won’t even drink your beer, I promise!
I’m out of my league with the mime sperm thing so I think I’ll leave it alone.
Ashes, happiest of birthdays to you.
I was going to propose to you in the other thread scout, but since we’ve wondered at times if we are the same person, I didn’t think it wise. If we are two different people, I have enough trouble handling myself at times, much less another person just like me. And if we are the same person, it gets into a mucho weird place - but that’s normal in Rue’s threads.
Susan/scout/third personality to be named
(I cracked up at the mime sperm swimming against the wind, tanookie. )
I love you for this.
Oh yes, good news on my car. It’s not dead just sick. I’ll have my baby back by next friday at the latest. Good mechanics rule.
Heh. When you were posting about buying furniture the other day, susan, I reflected on our similarities yet again.
What a birthday gift, Ashes! Phew.
Wade A. Minute. It’s Ashes[sup]2[/sup] birthday too?
ahem
HAAAAPPPPYYYY BIIIIRTHDAAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAAPPPPYYYY BIIIIRTHDAAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAAPPPPYYYY BIIIIRTHDAAAAY DEEEAAAARRRR ASSSHESSSSS[SUP]2[/SUP]!!!
HAAAAPPPPYYYY BIIIIRTHDAAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
WHEW
My birthday is June 2nd. I’m just sayin’
I am going to eat peanut butter oie for breakfast.
:goes into kitchen, gets enormous glob of pie, comes back and sits down:
I am currently eating peanut butter pie. Everyone should envy me. It’s great.
Is it okay if I get lazy and accept your proposal in this thred, swampbear? And is it okay that I’m aslo married to interface2x? He proposed a while ago. And thank you for making me feel better about my interior design. If nothing else, it’s certainly unique.
Yesterday, I gave in and bought more books. I also found out that I get 40% off the remaindered books. This means 40% off books that were originally, say, $30, and are now $5.99. I find myself strangely compelled by completely useless books now. I almost bought a history of jello.
I got me a copy of Diana Gabaldon’s The Fiery Cross and Mr. Lissar an illustrated copy of Dylan Thomas’ poem Fern Hill. I’ll give it to him whenever he wakes up.
Ashes, have a birthday slice (or glob) of virtual peanut butter pie.
Yum, peanut butter pie and Dylan Thomas. Nice combo. I used to work at this restaurant, now defunct, that was famous for it’s sandwiches and desserts. One of the desserts was frozen peanut butter pie. I think that they used sour cream instead of cream cheese (I could be wrong) and they’d put the whole thing in a giant Hobart mixer and fluff it up nice and light. Then they’d pour the fluffy mixture into a chocolate graham cracker crust and freeze it solid. We’d let it thaw just a bit before cutting it. Then you serve with ample hot fudge poured over the top. D-licious! A good friend of mine was the head cook at that restaurant. I bet he still has the recipe or remembers how to make that. Anyone interested in the recipe? If so I’ll track him down and get it.
Just as some of you keep returning to peanut butter pie (which has very little appeal to me, although smothering it in hot fudge sause raises the ante a bit), I keep returning to mime sperm. Correct me if I’m wrong Bumbazine, but wouldn’t a mime sperm trap be an invisible box? Or would an invisible box be as difficult to get into as out of? Is it a sin to spill mime sperm on the ground? How about if it gets spilled on the couch? Or the backseat of a car? I’m sure some mime sperm would be distracting from trying to swim against the wind by a tug-of-war game with an imaginary rope. And if one of the little rascals actually made it to the egg, would it fertilize the egg, or only mime fertilizing it (her?)?
If we were to move on to mime pregnancy, could this sentence have more than one interpretation?
Anyone still willing to marry me? Cause I won’t stop, people. I’m just going to continue to be weird. I’m not outgrowing it, I’m not hiding it, I’m just not going to be normal, and that’s that. I’m worth it. I’m weird, but I’m bodacious. I’m just saying . . .
They’re ovoid, and vewwy, vewwy quiet.
I’m interested in the recipe.
So sleepy. Got home at 2:00 a.m. What am I doing up at this time?
lightingtool will you marry me?
Lissla I am humbled by your acceptance. Ex accepted too.
Do I need to start auditioning bands and getting quotes from caterers?