What can I say that hasn’t already been said about Mullinator? He rules. He rocks. He rolls my little world around in his Mullinating fingers. He sets my little heart amully.
I just turned in an internal application at work for a better position. I was sitting here reading the MB and suddenly shouted “D’OH!” and banged my fist. Lady next to me asked what was wrong. I told her I forgot to put a big chunk of stuff on my app that would have looked REALLLY good. She said, “oh, thats worth a D’OH.” I thought so to.
BTW my second toe is a hammer toe… its nasty and curled at the farthest joint like I could hang upside down from it like a bat. I used to tell my roommate that I was going to touch her with it and she would freak out…
…what are those south american monkeys/or lemurs with the long finger that they use to tap on branches to find food and then fish the grubs out of little holes with the long finger and that the natives think if they point that long finger at them that it means that they are going to die? Yeah, kinda like that.
I don’t feel well. My head hurts and I’m running a low temp (100 before I took the asprin). My children are arguing.
Daughter: You know you ate your boogers when you was little!
Son: Yeah, but at least it wasn’t my hobby. You named yours. Remember Slider?
Daughter:That’s not true you jerk! Don’t be surprised when you don’t wake up tomorrow.
I should tell them to stop, but I really don’t have the energy. That and they’re cracking me up. I’m an terrible mother.
Why don’t you list links to all the prior threads, so we can form a balanced picture.
Put one here every day at bedtime, to keep the thread boosted for the next day, and soon it will be a fine long thread you can be proud of, and perhaps pass along to future generations.
My 500th post party is coming up pretty soon! Say…tomorrow afternoon at 1600 CDT.
There will be illegal fireworks, illegal liquor, plenty o’ beer, nekkid wimmen, at least one clothing-optional hot tub, and one of those “space walk” things. And maybe a goat.
You have been warned. This is post number 492. Approximately nineteen hours left to hide your daughters (or bring 'em to the party :D).
That’s be great, iksy, mind if I have your card #? Mine’s maxed out.
(Insert thread about bad finances here.) **
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Umm, did I mention thats how I PAID for MY trip???
Ahh, the glories of debthood…the FOOLS! They gave ME a card! (Retires in a swirl of hysterical laughter…)
My treadmill stalled coming down off the incline last week causing me to do something bad to my foot. Hubby has been wrapping it in an elastic bandage for me, but it’s not getting better. I really want to just spend the day with my feet up. But we’re low on milk and bread and my brother-in-law is coming for dinner and the cleaning lady comes tomorrow, so I have to go to the grocery store and tidy the house. I also just finished going through all four children’s dressers and switching summer-weight and outgrown clothes for cool-weather clothes and “new” hand-me-downs. Now all the storage boxes need to be dragged back into the attic.
I won’t go shopping until after lunch, though, because this is my daughter’s first day of kindergarten and I want to be home just in case. Just in case of what, I don’t know. And by the way, having now sent a child off to his/her first day of school three times I can report that it does not get easier with repetition. Two more hours, and then I can go wait by the front door for her bus.
