I think I need to work this into my sig line. 
It might be hard though, cause I got three winners from Kalley, vunderbob and merrily already.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] what do you mean “were” a pervert? 
Sawmpy, just stop it! This week was supposed to be about Peace and Joy and the Christmas Spirit and you turn it all around and drag it through the gutter and start making innuendoes. What’s wrong with you?
Hey, rue, I thought we were supposed to be in the gutter making innuendos here in the MMP. Are your kiddies in the room? :dubious:
Swampy is simply taking his own advice to another level. “Get a room”…
Wow, don’t post for a day and we’ve moved on to gutter talk. 
This should make our Ex happy because we’re not talking recipes or clothes.
I went and paid for my furniture last night and picked up the chair and a half. The hubby didn’t want to wait to have it delivered with the rest of the furniture. We rented a movie and snuggled in our 'snuggler". It is a very, very, very comfy chair. I can see myself curling up with a nice fat book in it and losing track of time very easily.
I still need to find tables. I must be damn picky, because nothing is reaching out and “grabbing” me. I always find something to pick apart. If the tables have drawers I look to see if the drawers have dovetail joints or are butt-jointed and glued. You’d be surprised at how many are, even the supposed “high quality” stuff. Aaargh, this is becoming frustrating.
My cold/flu bug is finally starting to go away. Now, I just look terrible because the skin under my nose is all peely-like from having to blow my nose so darn much.
Tomorrow I’m getting my eyes examined and am ordering some new glasses. Good Grief! The glasses I wear now are like 12 years old! I’m a bit of procrastinator as you all can tell. I think since my eye doctor is near a World Market I’ll go and check out the chocolates, pillows and throws there. I need some chocolate and cookies. I need to see if they have some good German lebkuchen and domino steine.
Well, the siren call of my latest spreadsheet is wailing in my ears. I must get back to work.
Is it wrong to eat pulled pork for breakfast? I think I might. And chocolate cake. Later on today I’m going to go to the jewellery supply store and then the mall, to look for Christmas presents. Pray for me. I may be trampled.
After that I’m going to dance class. That will be fun.
Yesterday I bought an absurd amount of cheese. The big 600g blocks of cheddar and mozzarella are on sale for 3.97, which is a really good price, and we eat more cheese than meat. It’s our main source of protein. So now I have 7 blocks of it in my freezer. Yay! I don’t have to buy it again until January or February!
Aerin is pouncing nothing with great vigor. Oh, good cat! You caught the couch!
Oh, that’s right. I was thinking of something else. Never mind.
I guess keeping Swapmy out of the gutter would be like some other really hard thing to do. Not that we don’t all love him for it or anything.
Do you see how upset I really am? I can’t even spell “S…w…a…m…p…y” right. Either time. He’s ruining my reputation for exactitude in typing.
Who the heck or Sawmpy and Swapmy and why do they irritate Rue so much?
So far today, I have attended a United Way breakfast meeting, broken up a fight and had the fire alarm go off for no apparent reason. Course the firemen that showed up were… umm… oh, what was I saying? Also, I discovered the coils on the heat pump for my building at work are frozen. So, the HVAC and alarm guys are supposed to show up this afternoon to find out why all this is, the frozen coils and fire alarm going off for no reason. The fire alarm is real LOUD which is a good thing, I guess.
-swampbear (I bowl like I live; mostly in the gutter)
I have this really great recipe for gutter cake.
First you swep out your gutter. Then you line it with tin foil…
What?
Bumba, you do not make cake from your gutter, you make licorice. See, Carla from down the street says that you take a piece of kite string and drag it in the gutter. Then it gets all full of gutter juice and you dry it and that’s how you make licorice. And Carla wouldn’t lie.
Great, Swampy, now see what you have done. **Rue ** can spell innuendoes and Schrödinger but not your nickname.
You have traumatized him.
Way to go!
Lissla wrote:
I’m still laughing.
Look, couches are very dangerous, okay? Sheesh.
One of our cats is convinced that there are mice under the couch cushions. (Well, I might have some responsibility for this. Me and a furry catnip mouse.) We often find her with just her butt and wildly lashing tail sticking out from the top of the couch between the back and the cushion.
Taters, they don’t make glasses like they used to. My previous pair lasted for 16 years, but this pair are only three years old and are already worn out. The lens adjustment is wonky, so I have to hold my book almost at arms’ length to see it properly, and the closeup function for fine print doesn’t work at all any more. Just warning you is all.
We had our first real winter snow yesterday. It would have been great snow when I was 10, wet and dense and heavy, just perfect for snowmen and snowballs. It was rotten snow for now I am over 50, wet and dense and heavy, just perfect for dropping dead of a heart attack while shovelling the damn stuff out of the driveway. It looks pretty, though, and I’d have no problems with the stuff, except it insists on falling in the driveway as well as on the lawn. My No Snowing signs are just ignored.
Gee, mine are working perfectly.
What?
You know, some people don’t have any snow at all, ever. Sniff, poor snowless babies, making snowflakes from paper, wooooe, wooooee, woooooe is we snowless babies.
Plus, everybody knows that there are always ferocious, evil rolls of toilet paper under the sink. They must be killed before you can even think of dealing with sofa mice.
Rumor has it we might see a few snowflakes next week. Of course, the long LONG range forecasts are pretty much worthless, so I’m not sweating it.
I put an ad in the PennySaver last week to give away some of our furniture. Today I got a call from a lady from social services who needs furniture for a couple of families who don’t have any. So she’s not just getting the chair, she’s getting a rocker, a heater, some dishes, some cups, some knives, some lamps, a table with a leaf, 4 chairs, and a rocker. I wish I’d thought to check with social services before I took all the other stuff to the thrift store.
I’m glad someone can use that stuff.
I think it’s snowing here, but not very much. Fine with me.
I just got back from a whole lot of dance class. I am going to be very very sore tomorrow. Merciless evil teachers, “Oh, let’s do intensive stomach muscles isolation for a few hours. Oh, you’re tired? Okay, let’s do crazy leg workout stuff”.
There’s a hafla (Arabic dance party) at a club on Sunday. I might go after work.
Oh, and Mr. Lissar got his blue belt. Did I mention that before? Anyway, it’s very impressive. Almost to black belt, now.
We’re supposed to maybe get some snow soon. Like in the next week or so. Or not, it could just rain. You can’t tell til it starts to precipitate. But this weekend it’s supposed to sneak juuuust into the 50’s. I’ll have to go out and have Soupo cook up some cheeseburgers on the grill for one of his Cub Scout Achievements. (He has to help cook an “outdoor meal”.) He gets a badge and I get cheeseburgers. It’s win/win. I wonder if he knows how to make bacon…
Soupo doesn’t have his blue belt. We could have picked him up one, but we didn’t. He does have his blue shirt and the yellow neckerchief though.