I now have progressive lenses. Weeee! I also ordered a special pair of contact lenses for Halloween. They’re purple. I’ve always wondered about purple eyes since hearing about Elizabeth Taylor’s “violet” eyes. Sure they were. Maybe they were? The pictures just don’t do them justice. Now I will know for myself. Plus I’m sure they’ll look smashing with my vampire fangs.
Do you ever sit down and realize that you missed a spot while you were dusting? I just glanced over at my table and noticed a big swipe in the middle. :smack: I’ll get up any second now and take care of that. Any second…
gotti, posting anaesthesized could get interesting or boring, depending on how long your index finger remains on the d.
Moooom, one word for uninterrupted sleep: Depends (for both you and Higgs).
metal mouse, I drove through snow in your neck of the woods a few years ago on the way home from Christmas in Panama City Beach. It wasn’t pretty. Funny thing though, by the time I got back to Nashville, there was no snow, nor had there been.
My BIL has been known to order a poutine-like dish at Sonic:fries with cheese and the gravy that they serve with chicken strips. It was quite salty whe4i sampled it.
The boss took us to Cracker Barrel for lunch today. It was nice of him, but at the pace I’m going, I won’t be finished in time to bust out early Friday.
My new microwave was delivered today! Miss Sarah downstairs said that the guy in brown wanted to leave it downstairs with her after she signed for it. She told him under no circumstances was he to leave without schlepping it up the stairs. What’s funny is that I think I missed the clock on it more than the actual appliance.
Nothing fun to report. Got to the hospital at the assigned time of 6:30 AM for an 8:15 procedure, only to be told the doc changed the time to 3:45 PM. After protesting, they talked to the doc and as a compromise of sorts, they rolled me in at 11:00 or so.
Coming out of anesthesia did t go as planned, so they’ve kept me overnight for observation in a cardiac telemetry ward. :eek:
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 56 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 82 and sunny for the day. I get to go travelin’ up to the north forty to do two enrollments today. That should wipe out about six hours of irktime, so there’s that. Plus the weather is nice. I also get to leave from da cave cause it’s closer than the orifice so I can be a bit of a bear of leisure this mornin’. OK, well until seven-thirty that is.
gotti dang! Hope you get sprung this mornin’.
OK, that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Good afternoon, mumpers…happy Camel Day! Sadly it is not pub night tonight as our friends are on holiday and I am off to the cinema to see a live screening of a performance of Henry V, it being the something-hundredth anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt and all that.
Irk continues to be irksome. My co-irker who has been off sick with no discernible illness for three weeks has now been signed off for another week. And guess who gets to cover for him because nobody else seems to have any spare time? Bah. My goodwill on this one has been seriously exhausted and this is most definitely the last time he gets any kind of help from me. To be honest, he’s a slacker at the best of times and has had way more sick leave than anyone else in the office so his welcome is wearing very thin with all of us.
I am also on pet-feeding duty for our holidaying friends so I must leave irk disgustingly early to get home and pick the car up, drive to theirs and feed the critters, then hotfoot it back into town to the cinema in time for Henry’s finest performance.
For the second time this week I’ve accidentally caught my roommate open-robe naked in a communal area. This time he immediately got upset at me for catching him at it. All I did was head to the kitchen to get a drink and there he was.
I am simultaneously embarrassed for him, revolted by him, and annoyed at him shifting the blame.
Guano seems to me you ought to prepare a special surprise for “nature boy”. Pics (with blurred out bits) on Facebook? Give him some ratty, but clean, boxers, “since he can’t afford his own” or just along the lines of how they hand you a jacket at a fancy restaurant if you don’t bring one. In public areas, if you don’t cover your bits, the house will cover them.
