Sigh…I just spent the morning being yelled at for something that really, truly, was not my fault. Actually, it was my boss’ fault, and she took it out on me. I’m so irritated.
But I see **swampy’s ** back, so at least I can welcome him back! Hugs for **Swampy ** all around!
10 AM and I’m already miserable enough to want to go home.
That looks like a gorgeous place. I’m wonderin, though. Just what are the exotic African fruits??? 
Oooh oooh oooh, mellie, can I come on your next weekend getaway with you and the missus? That looks absolutely wonderful!
I think the only point to Punctuation Day (besides the point on the red pencil we all will need to correct all the bad punctuation flourishing out there) is to celebrate it jointly with Ice Cream Day and Chocolate Cake Day. Sugar is important!
Are there any bookies in South Africa taking bets on how long before Mugabe is shot in a bloody coup?
Some folks jus’ need killin’…
It looks absolutely beautiful, but I have to say, I’m a little disturbed that they find it necessary to put in big letters on the main page that it’s MALARIA FREE. :eek: I really don’t want to go somewhere that they have to tell you that. It’s much better in my book to stay in places where one can just assume that there’s no malaria.
And I left him off of my Dead Pool list this year. He’s on the short list for next year, though.
Welcome back, swampy. Did you bring us any presents?
VBob, I knew you could pick up a lot of things at the beach when the tide changes, but I never thought older men with excessive ear hair was one of them. Learn sommething new every day.
Mellivora capensis, looks like a great trip ya got planned. And did you see the big blurb that says “The area is MALARIA FREE”?? This place is definitely playing to it’s strengths.
And Rue, is this dog story autobiographical? I mean, I know you aren’t Tommy (unless you’ve been posting from a well all these years), but maybe someone you knew? And I wouldn’t call Bonnie evil - he (she to Tommy) was just tired of putting up with a dumbass all the time, like you said.
Happy Monday all. Roundboy is out today, so I get to work his stuff too. Yea me!
Nah, you don’t want to make a martyr out of a buffoon.
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Mama Tiger, anytime. We’ve been there so often we are literally part of the furniture. 
taxi78cab, pretty much what Sean Factotum says. The area is competing with what is known as the “lowveld”, which has well known places like the Kruger National Park. The only drawback of the Kruger is that the whole park is in a malaria area, and this is what they are trying to capitalise on.
Speaking of which, I’ll be doing this trail in two weeks time:
Sorry about the long link, me technopeasant.
As I said, life is good.
On Saturday I helped my neighbor pour a concrete pad for his pre-built but not yet delivered authentic Amish shed. Actually, we weren’t supposed to be doing any pouring because there was a big truck, with a barrel full of concrete there. Except that it wasn’t actually full of concrete because we ran out before the frame was full. So we had to go to the Home Depot and buy a bakers (masons?) dozen bags of concrete and a wheel barrow to finish what we had done started. So I can actually say that I did pour concrete instead of just skree and float concrete. Skree and float are the technical terms for “smooth out the top.” Sunday was Mrs.Maxx’s company picinic. They called it a Crab Feast and Bull Roast, but I still call it a picinic because it was outside and Yogi is cool.
To swampy: [Welcome Back Cotter]Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back![/WBC]
Happy Monday, ever’body!
Hell’s Bridal Shower went off on Saturday with nary a hitch. I did my only job, which was to get the bride there. (Which required me being late to meet her for the pary she thought she was going to–a challenge for me, because I’m never late for anything but work.) I’ve heard tell this morning that the bride’s mother is pissed she wasn’t involved in the planning, but she had my phone number and my e-mail, as well as the Matron of Honor’s, so if she had wanted to help, she damn well should have called us. The bride was thrilled, she was surprised, and that’s all I care about. She even cried. I feel like my job was well done. I was also in charge of making the hat and bouquet from all the bows, and some of the ladies found it so impressive, they’ve said they’re going to hire me for any shower they need to throw in the future. Go me.
In other news, I am this close to having all my inventory done for the Pagan Pride Day sale next weekend. I burned my foot with hot wax yesterday, and my younger cat learned not to stick his nose into a candle mold. All in all, a very productive weekend. 
Wow, Madd Maxx, skree is an actual word? And here all this time I thought it was just the noice fingernails make scraping across a blackboard. You know, skree skree skree.
Darn, I think I’ll have to go ban myself now for even bringing that up. I hate skreeing so much it makes my teeth hurt just to think about it.
Well, although today may be Punctuation Day, it’s obviously not Spelling Day. The word is noise. Noise noise noise. Try typing that one three times fast. :smack: again.
Hey! I posted a comment that I thought was very <snerk>-worthy. I certainly <snerked> about it for the rest of the week, and my sister <snerked> when I told her the story.
I sure missed you, Swampy; you always know when to <snerk>.
So, Bobbio, how you doin? Hubba, hubba!!
It seems to me there was something else I was going to say here, but I can’t remember what it was. Oh, well, I’ll just have to come back and post it when I think of it. (Because, you know, all of my random thoughts are priceless jewels of wisdom and must be shared with everyone.)
::thinking to himself…okay, got the hijack part right, now how to get the chocolate to FairyChatMom?::
Winter, are you a rich widow?
My invisible cat has been making home made chocolate truffles for everyone in the MMP clan. When in doubt, shun the evil dog and pick the angelic cat. Who wants chocolate truffles??? The line forms to the right, and please remember to tip your feline.
Shouldn’t there be a drive thru PetSmart? “Yeah, I’ll have a perky orange male cat and a partially shaved punky grey one. Dogs? Nah, I don’t want no stinkin’ dogs. But I’ll take a caterpillar if you have one.”
Welcome Melli.
Swampy, dearheart we missed you immensely last week. So, whad’ja bring me, huh?
I think we’re going to see ol’ Bobbio posing in some hunky man calendar before long! My goodness!
I am so very sleepy and I’m having a heck of time concentrating here at work. I don’t understand why I’m sleepy; hell, I went to bed before 10:00 last night.
I better get back to work. I’ve got a spreadsheet that boggles the mind and now I’ve got to try and pull the “right” data from it.
Mrs B was off to the cottage with her best friend all weekend, so I got to do manly™ stuff while I was home alone, just me and the cats. So I watched the whole first season of Corner Gas plus the second Harry Potter movie, changed the bed, ironed my shirts, did the dishes, searched the Web for accessories to improve the 1/72 scale Revell U-boat kit (I’m definitely going to order the laser-cut deck planking), cleaned the cat boxes, and defragmented my hard drive. (I think I may have a skewed view of manly™.)
Today I get to paint the 2 x 4’s before assembling the frame for the new litter box containment system for the cat suite. I have spent more time, effort and money in the cats area than in my living room. I still have unpacked boxes in my living room.
The only room in the house completely finished is the master bedroom. I haven’t even begun on the master bath, and may not in my lifetime.