I don’t know if you will, FCMom. But a year from now, when my Dunlop’s Disease is whipped into submission and I’m all beefcake, I’m contemplating changing my username to Bobbio.
I try to explain the ‘work for your living’ thing to my cats whenever there’s any sort of insect or spider in the apartment because I consider pest control to be my cats’ only job. But they also just fall asleep.
My office did our annual community service day today. This year we went to a school for abused kids and weeded their gardens and planted flowers before their prom which is next week. It was a gorgeous sunny day (finally!) and was the perfect day to be away from the office. And we all felt good doing that. They seemed really happy about how it looks. Some of the kids helped us and everyone worked hard and then they fed us pizza for lunch. And then we came back to work and no one wanted to do any work. What did they expect??
Good luck with the surgery Monday VBob. We’ll all be thinking about you!
And an impressive set they are. What’s yer point? :dubious:
Good luck Bobbio!
My car is white.
The scratches from the ‘putting together the new grill’ incident have healed. Almost. The emotional ones haven’t. Put’s together in minutes my English ass it does. 4 1/2 damn hours more likely.
Aerin is licking my arm. Thank you. And sitting on the mousepad. Thank you so much, useful animal.
I have spent a scary amount of money on food today. I think I need poutine tonight for emotional support. No. I should eat chili like a good girl. But fries are so comforting, especially covered in gravy and cheese. Sigh.
Hey everybody - I’m back from my wedding/honeymoon trip and now I’m totally swamped at work. I just found out that the photographer who shot the wedding is using some of our pictures in his online portfolio, so here they are. (I’m the doofy looking guy getting married to the pretty girl) I’ll come back later when I’m not at work and blather on about something, I’m sure.
Good Luck, Mr. Bob!
Mrs. Tool is beautiful! Congratulations again. It looks like it was a pretty ceremony.
lightingtool, you and your bride are an adorable couple! She reminds me of someone I knew somewhere, but I can’t recall the time or place. No matter.
Many, many years of happiness to you both!
<flinging confetti with wild and reckless abandon>
lightingtool you and the missus make a cute couple. Almost cuter than pictures of a new puppy which we have yet to see. I didn’t get me any fajitas and a margarita tonight. ACBG is working late. 
We somehow knew this would be a week from h-e- double toothpicks cause he had a three day weekend. Oh well, them’s the breaks.
VunderBob good look on all the surgicals.
<snerk> When you get busty at work does it involve beer and cockies? <snerk>
Cool pics, lightingtool. Congratulations to you and Mrs. Tool!
Ummm, Rue, can you hear us? Seems pretty loud in here. I think there’s chanting. Something like: “We want puppy pics! We want puppy pics!” I’m just guessing there, it’s not real distinct or anything.
Lissla and Magic Eyes, perhaps you’re approaching the “work for a living” thing incorrectly from the cat perspective. Have you considered using interpretive dance as your pedagogical methodology? Just askin’. And using big words in honor of the OP.
Good luck with the surgery, Bob! I’m still <snerking> along with everyone else about the busty comment. Thank you - I needed that.
Eeeeeek!!! I am currently freaking out because I have one workday left before I’m off for the weekend and I’m not sure how I’m going to do everything I have to do. It’s a varied list:
[ul][li]I have a performance review to deal with before I leave tomorrow. That should be easy. Good employee, just update the last one, deal with anything new later. []Verify that a bunch of documentation is correct so that they can get the next version for me to read on the plane. []Figure out what to do with my mail. The people I’d normally ask to pick my mail up are all going to be at the wedding I’m attending or are otherwise out of town. I’m hoping one of my neighbors is home (neither of the next door neighbors is home much)…[]Make sure I have all the clothes I need.[]Do my nails.[]Plant the last of my annuals (haven’t I been saying that for a while now?).[]Bunch of annoying work stuff that I have a list for in my e-mail.[]Thoroughly water all containers - I have pretty expensive plants this time around and I don’t want them to kick the bucket while I’m gone.[]Update phone numbers and make sure I have important numbers on paper as well as electronically (yes, I’m paranoid).Get additional allergy meds.[/ul][/li]
I’m sure there’s more, but this is depressing enough. Anyone want to help?
GT - and laundry. Did I mention there’s still some laundry to do?
VunderBob (aka. Bobbio). Good luck in your surgery on Monday. All that talking on the other thread and you never said anything. Thanks for you info to me with such pressing matters claose at hand. I recall surgery being mentioned but not he proximity. I, for one, will have my thoughts with you.
Now, to the OP. What is this thread? What is a MMP? What is THAT word we should know about. I know I’m missing something in this and would love to be able to follow along.
lighting, you’re cute, and so’s your bride. Many happy returns.
Someone motivate me to finish the housework instead of being on the internet.
Git up and clean this damn house! Them dishes ain’t gonna wash themselves!
How’s that? I’m not very good at this kinda thing. Sorry. 
Hi Nicodemus! You sounded quite authoritative. Welcome to the MMP! If I’m the first, others will be along to welcome you momentarily. Do a search of posts started by Rue DeDay in MPSIMS and you’ll find that he tends to start them on Monday mornings and they pretty much last all week. Many of the same characters show up weekly. (MMP = Monday Morning Post) And the topic…well…lets say it’s dynamic.
As for THAT word, I think you need to read the OP again. It’s in there. And it’s everywhere.
I’ll let someone else tell you about the free chandelier.
I’m also procrastinating. See previous post. (And then I wonder how the list gets so long…) :smack:
GT
AHEM I found the MMP languishing on the second page. We cannot have this. So, to those who have yet to put in an appearance:
GET IN HERE YA SLACKERS!!!
Welcome Nicodemus! gardentraveler gave you the lowdown on the MMP. I’ll just flesh it out a little. It is the coolest of all places to hang out in MPSIMS. It is the Monday Morning Post of our leader Rue DeDay aka Unca Rue cause he sometimes tells us stories! This week it was led off by our own Puggy cause Unca Rue names a designated MMP starter when he knows he won’t be able to crank out the MMP first thing Monday. And that work is all over the OP. You might even say that word is ubiquitous in Puggy’s OP.
Today I torture…err… test. I smell fear! BWAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!! That’s my evil laugh. It’s not real different from my normal laugh so I thought I should point out that it’s the evil one not the regular one.
When I read this, I was reading your post in my mind with my imagined “swampbearvoice”, and hit a roadblock here. What would it sound like if he were laughing evilly? So I just pretended it was a word that you were saying in completely normal voice, instead of being a laughing kind of thing. I’m sorry to destroy your intent.
Firstly, since it’s already late:
Happy Birthday Wile E!
Yesterday was fun! The heat pump guys had to come back to sit around. They were working while they were sitting though. They had to en-vacuumate the pipes (or some such) so they could squirt the freon (or whatever, but I’m pretty sure it was freon since my Heat Pump Guys are “Old School”) in. It took a while, but I don’t care.
- I’m not paying them by the hour, but by the job.
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B) The sucker works now.
You know what made it more fun? Katcha was home with me! Tuesday Mom came and took the little guy off my hands, but not yesterday. He hogged up the computer playing his “educational games” too.
And don’t be holding your breath on the puppy pictures. I’m pretty Stone Age with the camera technology. I still use film. The pictures should be back sometime Friday. (It takes extra long because of the holiday weekend.) Then the Little Woman will take them into work and scan them. We’ll see what we see after that.
I don’t have a green car. I wanted a green car the last two times I went to get a car, but they only had a “booger” green two times ago and it was too ugly to drive, and the last time they only had the nice green in automatic. It would have taken a couple days to get it on the lot, but they had a real nice “titanium” on hand in a five-speed. We took that. Even though the “titanium” looks… champagne-y? Goldish? Not like titanium stuff looks, since it just looks like grey metal- or the titanium they use for paint, which is white. I used to have a white car, but I didn’t want another one.
Now we have two Honda Civics, one silver (a hatchback) and the other titanium (a sedan). They look so nice together.
It used to be, if I could have any car in the whole wide world, I wanted a Jeep. Then I wanted a Porsche 911. Now? If I could have any car in the world, I’d be happy with a Honda Accord. As long as it had a CD player. I don’t even need to get fancy and have electric windows or stuff. I just want a card that goes when I put the key in and I don’t have to mess with. Like an appliance. I don’t want a car, I want an appliance that gets me around. (Ideally, I’d like mass transportation and light rail so I wouldn’t need a car. And a puppy. But I already have a puppy, so I should just count myself ahead of the game.)
I’d like the computer industry to get on the ball and make computers that just work. You know, like TV’s. They just work. Right out of the box. Computers should be like that too. And do TV’s catch colds and virusii? No. (And I even have a Mac, and I’m still bitching.)
Welcome to the MMP, Nicodemus.
Who has the goat?
I had a major breakthrough last night. After a week and a half of sweating, I finally found the box that had my camera, radios, and extra checks. GMAC was a little pissed at me because the May payment was late, but I couldn’t write them their damned check because my checkbook was empty, and I couldn’t find the last pad. All of my stuff is now accounted for, but VunderWife is still officially missing one box of her sewing stuff. I know what pile it’s in, but I couldn’t tell you which of the 8 boxen it is.
The old apartment management screwed up big time, to my favor. We went Tuesday to check out and turn over keys, to find the staff was already painting the place. (them -> :smack: ) Hid a lot of sins that I thought they’d try to nickle and dime me over, and I ended up being charged for not scrubbing the bath tubs to their satisfaction.
For those who want the details on my being sodomized by U-Haul, I got stranded Friday (the day before) when they unilaterally cancelled my reservation. Found a different dealer at 8 PM that night, and when I went there at 7 AM to rent a 26’ truck, I found out it was non-existant, and had to deal with a 14’ instead. It took 3 trips instead of the planned 1.
I submit these 2 Pit threads, because just about every slimey thing U-Haul does as a business practice happened to me in a 24 hour period. U-Haul 1. U-Haul 2. I got a small bit of revenge by bring the truck back 3 hours late… 
<ahem> Clearing Throat <ahem>
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Happy Birthday, Bumba!