Geez Swampy, that one was almost too easy. And you mess up the coding! Fer shame!
(I checked the coding on this post THREE TIMES!)
Man, I wish I’d gotten that fortune cookie. I could use an old friend in bed.
Well … do I get to pick the old friend? Damn.
You may want to find a way to keep me from posting for the rest of the afternoon. I tend to get a little punchy after lunch on Fridays. Just a little. 
Same with my sweetie - he loves shirts. He owns at least 4 times as many as I do, not counting T-shirts! He’s also big on jackets and fleece pullovers. The man is obsessed - he’s taken over the two closets in the guest rooms! My stuff doesn’t even fill the one closet in the master bedroom.
What’s wrong with this picture?? 
And speaking of psycho Cairns - Abby is my shadow. She’ll lie by the computer when I’m on line, but as soon as I stand up, she’s ready to go where I go - kitchen, bathroom, TV, whatever. She looks up at me all expectantly, as if I have something to offer her. I’m gonna miss her, but not a lot. Tomorrow’s the last day of the visit - they all leave early Sunday.
The cat has come out of the basement and I figure she must have swatted Abby because cat is in his bed and Abby avoids him. I think Bernie just wants everything back to normal. She’s old and set in her ways, you know?
For those who need a puppy pic, enjoy. You’d enjoy it more if I was a better photographer.
I’m going to kayak camp this weekend! Woo! It’s an adult intro to kayaking thing at my church’s summer camp. Should be fun. I’ve been kayaking exactly once for about an hour, but it was cool so I’m hoping the camp will be fun.
I never went away to overnight camp as a kid though so I’m a little scared! :eek:
Don’t worry, Taxi, everyone’s a little homesick at first. But then you’ll make friends and forget all about being homesick.
I went to fat camp as a kid, so I didn’t miss my parents. I missed real food. Just don’t eat while you’re there, taxi. 
I can go the hell home in 15 minutes. Yaaaay.
You missed out! Camp is so much fun - you’ll have a great time.
Talk me out of eating something stupid for dinner, like all french fries or foccacia dipped in caesar dressing or something.
I should phone Quasi-Daughter, so she can tell me what my weekend plans are. It’s nice having a social organizer. I don’t have to do any thinking.
I only have one old friend that I did anything with in bed, and I’ll be seeing him in a bit over a month, I think. I plan on refusing his advances, though. Does that count?
The asterisk was going to denote that I know that I picked the wrong reply of swampy’s.
It’s really, really humid here, and Driving Husband, Quasi-Daughter and I just walked over to my work to see how bad the crowds were getting. Holy crap! I didn’t get pulled in to work, but I almost got forced to take pictures. The line was around the store and down the street.
I am all overheated and sticky. I hate humidity. And I’m very, very glad I wasn’t working tonight. Man. Wow.
The humidity here is pretty oppressive, too. I swear, I feel like I’ll drown if I take a deep breath!! Thank goodness for air conditioning.
We’re going to go out on the boat today, weather permitting. It’s overcast now, and humid - duh - with threats of thunderstorms some time today. So who knows what we’ll do.
Tomorrow they all go home. I don’t mean to be snarky, but I’ll be glad to get back to my normal routine. This has been a rough week.
You can do it, FCM! Humidity here is icky too. It’s not that hot (yet), but it’s just unpleasant to go outside. I’ve been out twice, once to the grocery to get remaining ingredients for the fake quiche that’s in the oven right now and once to walk to the corner store get the key ingredient I forgot: milk. :smack: (Well, I actually had milk, but it was the last of a gallon that I’ve had longer than usual and I didn’t want to ruin the fake quiche.) Make that three times…I wandered over to the coffee shop after I threw the fake quiche in the oven. I’m invited to a friend’s for brunch this morning. She was planning to have it in her garden, but I’m hoping for an indoor event…
Gotta go figure out what the heck I’m gonna wear…
GT
Well, got up at 4:10 this morning to take Mom to the airport, thought to go online first and discovered her flight was cancelled!
Called Delta. Guy in Bombay or some-such place, (he spoke pretty good English though), said my 79-yr-old mother, who can’t hardly walk, had been rescheduled on another flight leaving this afternoon, with two plane changes, to get into Atlanta at 7 something tomorrow morning!!! :mad: .
I told the nice Indian man that that was unacceptable. (really, I said that. Okay, I said it pretty loud, but you woulda been proud of me.)
Spent 25 minutes on hold until I got to talk to someone who sounded like she’d just been awakened from a nap. Explained the situation to her (without profanity, but a little bit of volume. Are ya still proud of me?) Spent another 15 minutes on hold.
Now Mom’s scheduled on a non-stop flight out at about noon that arrives this evening.
Yay me! Yay internet! BOOOOOO Delta!!!, Yay sleepy lady!
People in Canada, Maryland and Toronto complaining about humidity? Ha! Pish! Piffle! You call that humidity? It is too laugh! Now in Florida we have real humidity. It’s so thick you can cut it with a knife. It’s so oppressive that it’s like having a 200 pound radioactive babboon sitting on your chest and slapping you in the face. It’s so icky it’s like wallowing in a wading pool full of slugs. It’s soo … um … damn, it’s just too hot and humid for analogies.
Wow…Bumba what were they thinking? Good on ya for sticking up for Mom! My mom is 81 and in really good shape, but I wouldn’t have accepted that kind of re-schedule for her. Or, come to think of it, even for me.
Oh, and Wile E, don’t know about Maryland and Canada, but the humidity in Columbus today has an awfully Floridian quality to it… Not quite beyond analogy, but it’s way higher than usual. So there! 
GT
Well, Wile E, that is why I don’t move further south, and it’s ridiculous for anyone to live south of Toronto.
We have fruit flies, or drain flies. I hate them with a deadly passion. We don’t have a lot, but I hate them. I can’t figure out where the buggers are breeding. There’s no food out, the garbage is cleared every day, there’s no wet stuff, and I’ve bleached and boiling watered the drains. No houseplants, either. I don’t get it. Aagh!
On the up side, I have chocolate and toffee covered macadamia nuts. Mmm.
Hey y’all, reporting in from a relaxing afternoon at the pool. No pool noodling or indeed adult libation quaffing to discuss however. Just ACBG and me on our floats. I filled my big ol’ sippy cup thing (it holds two quarts) up with ice and water and sipped on that. I just got out of the shower and ACBG decided he needed to soak in the whirlpool tub. He may not soak long. It looks like our daily afternoon thunderstorm is building up outside. I’m gonna grill some chicken in a while and we’re gonna have grilled chicken salad and garlic bread for supper. I have some Edy’s Nestle’s Crunch Ice Cream for dessert or later this evening, whenever we want to have some. I’m just all relaxed like right now.
Bumba Delta ain’t real bright. I just assume I gonna have an arguement with em every time I fly and I’m usually right. I also always win. Good for you for lettin’ em know what is and is not acceptable! Stoopid Delta!
cd it could always be an old friend you haven’t been err… umm… “involved” with but might like to be. That’s the beauty of fortunes. They can mean anything you want em to, <snerk>IN BED!<snerk>
Rue I did not mess up the coding. I just forgot the IN BED! and the second <snerk>. So There!
Today is thursday. Is too!
Lissla, you’ll have to get somebody else to help you eat good dinners because I have been known to eat licorice and potato chips for dinner. Tonight I’m having orange chicken I made my own self. Rue, I wouldn’t eat the orange peel, blech, and stay away from the little red peppers. Don’t believe your friends who tell you that the smaller the pepper the more mild they are, so have three together. They’re the kind of people who tell sushi noobs to eat the whole wasabi paste dollop at once. Those kinds of people are evil and I spoil their fun whenever I can.
Based upon the last puppy picture, I declare Brody the re-incarnation of Groucho Marx.
Bumba, how did Delta think cancelling a flight and substituting one with a bazillion stop overs wouldn’t make a bunch of people very angry? Actually I do know since an ex-uncle is a pilot-- one; they have no idea how it is to be an ordinary passenger anymore, and two; they don’t give a tinker’s damn. And they whine about how haaaard it is to run an airline, with a completely puzzled look on their faces. Grrrr! Nobody messes with anybody’s mom, it’s the law. Well it is in my book.
[sup]I know what ACBG had done but I’m not telling either. Just have him to keep it away from rocking chairs and mean kids with tin cans, Swampy.[/sup]