::waves back at midget::
Dogbutt and whatever the other annoying guy is called will be disappointed to know that I survived the ordeal.
The needle is beginning to wear off, and I can join Butters in his noble pursuit since I can feel my lips. So far, the needles were the only thing that hurt. :dubious:
flytrap glad you survived dental [del]torture[/del] surgery. Butters is a she even if she did spend the night drinkin’ men under the table. 
BooFae Years ago I dated a guy who wanted to go to Mardi Gras without me. He had lived in N.O. for a number of years, had tons of beads and the stories to go with them. He made it sound like so much fun and everything was cool until (to his regret) he told me the stories about swapping SOs for the week - with total strangers.
I’m really not the jealous type, unless you give me a reason, but I told him if he went to Mardi Gras without me not to bothering calling me when he got back because I wouldn’t be around.
Sometimes you got to put your foot down.
{{{Metal Mouse}}} and {{{BigKitty}}}
Just had a big thunder-boomer go through. Lots of pouring rain to go with it.
It’s cooling off nicely outside.
Had a piece of filet mignon for dinner, with stewed tomatoes and rice.
Now my belly is happy.
(((metal mouse)))
((Boofae))
((Cat))
((anyone I forgot)) because -
I thought it was short term memory.
Two roomies gone two different directions. Don’t have to coordinate dinner attall.
**sari **- we’re still waiting for some rain. I should have watered today - that would have clinched it.
Dammit.
Guess I’ll go recline and start another afghan. MWAH!
Thanks for all the hugs and thoughts. This finally got me to join Facebook (there is a group of us that used to post on the JREF forum and got to know each other well; I’ve been avoiding Facebook for years but that is where I can stay informed…but I wish to hell I never knew what it would take to get me to sign up…
Apparently it’s just when he decides to go now. Family is being notified.
Sorry for the downer, but again, thanks for the good thoughts. It did help.
The world works in weird ways. A few days ago, I was thinking about a long ago former coworker. Two days after that, he pops up on DH’s Facebook. Turns out they went to high school together.
(((Hugs to everyone that needs 'em)))
I am done with my irkweek & planning to enjoy my weekend.
Cake was good. & PB had a good Birthday. I may make another cake for church too.
Time to get my lil Rat out of her hole for the night.
Laterz.
We shall turn in for the evenin’ also. Two tahrd bears here. A little teevee watchin’ then snooze time.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Would you elaborate on that?
Or, for Rosie, “What does it mean, “lil Rat”?”
But it felt so ------ fulFILLing. 
Sorry PLANT — Leviticus made me do it.
HAPPY TO!!!
My regrets and comfort to you.
Gordie got multiple walks. I had a Booster Club meeting with the team contact. I think it went well. I stopped for a beer at the Bistro. Italian chicken with 3 cheese rice and salad for dinner.
We do The Time Warp at the hockey Convention. And an R-Rated action out of “Paradise By The Dashboard Light” 
Midget! : tacklehug :
Flytrap, glad you survived. If for no other reason than I need somebody to poke with sticks.
Haven’t read; hugs to those who need 'em & smaks upside the head to doggio & ruble, just on general principles. 
If you’re getting tired of afgans, there are other things you can knit.
: smack Spidey with a wet trout :
My sister moved out of my folks’ place a few weeks ago and left her pet rat behind… We took her in, because we had babysat for her before, and I got kind of attached to her ( PB , not so enthused L) Anyway, In the evening I usually get her out of her cage & hold & play with her for awhile. She’s really a sweet little critter.
I had a pet rat as a kid. He was a funny little guy. One of his favorite things was getting to run around in his clear plastic ball while his cage was being cleaned. He’d run right up to the cats, and I’m sure I saw a little ratty smirk on his face while the cats were going nuts trying to reach him. “You can’t get me!” Brave rat, teasing cats like that. 
I wish I could remember what some part of my brain is so anxiously insisting I’ve forgotten.
You’ll be pleased to hear that 'im indoors has seen the error of his ways and will now not be meeting the Throatpuncher General down a dark alleyway.
Last day at irk before hollibobs, and I have a particularly irksome thing to do. Better get on and do it, I suppose…after a cup of tea, of course.
How’s the head, Butters?