Midget if I saw the term “master bakers” on a package of rolls I’d be <snerkin’> so hard I’d either forget to bake the rolls, or burn 'em cause I’d forget they’re in the oven. 
flytrap that’d be enough crab to feed a crowd!
spidey hopefully you were not around anybody who likes takin’ buttcrack pics.
Oh and dindin has been et and OYKW has gone to his meetin’ poor thing. Darkness is descendin’ and I’m feelin’ a little sleepified. Da bear wants to hibernate.
How fortunate for me. 
I am always surprised to find that…some people…have read a bit.
Ok, I’s tahrd, it’s dark, I have a warm blankey to snuggle under, and a teevee to watch. Thus I shall retire to the bedroom to snuggle under blankey and watch teevee until sleepy time.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
It’s okay, the Master Bakers’ buns (haha, buns) were already baked.
I like to bake cookies and such. Sometimes I boastingly call myself a master baker.
I think it’s time to assume the position for a while - afghan in work, yanno.
Then I need to strip and remake the bed. The sheets on there now are cold!! I’m going to put on a set of cotton jersey sheets. That pretty much sums up my evening plans.
MWAH!!
revives MMP
Heya, folks 
…that I will be wearin’ u-wear??? 
Have you talked to your clergyman or bartender about this?
Midget, Bobbio likes to [del]fish[/del] throw a line into the water. He is an [del]expert[/del] master at getting a worm on the hook. :dubious:
We are saved!
So I am now fostering a kitty, possibly permanently.
It’s Jamie Hyneman!
Bella, actually.
Why do you have to be nekkid to make the bed?:dubious:
**BBBobbio **- it’s the law here in southern Merrylande - have you been non-compliant?!?!? :eek:
Well, it’s not starting out well. About 3 this morning, Taz decided to pee in FCD’s dirty clothes basket. So my sweetie took the basket down to the laundry room, thereby waking Higgs. For TWO SOLID HOURS she fussed and whined and barked, and at 5 I finally gave up hope of sleep. Dammit. So she’s been fed and is quietly licking her feet, and I’m awake. grrrrrrrrr
I’ve got laundry and erranding to do today at the very least. Dunno what else may occupy my time, but most will probably occur in a sleep-deprived haze. Other than that, rah! It’s supposed to be sunny, so there’s that.
Anyway, Happy Firday. <yawn>
Up, caffeinated, off to work. Maybe I get paid today.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ YAWN ‘Tis 35 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 67 for the day. Thus I shall start off needin’ a jacket but won’t by afternoon which increases the chances of leavin’ said jacket at irk.
Irk will be bzzy. I have a ton o’ applications to get scanned and emailed off for approval. I’m hopin’ they are all approved next week so’s folks can start on December 1st, but with next week bein’ a three day irkweek, that becomes an iffy proposition.
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy demands sustenance. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence. At least 'tis Firday.
Happy Firday Y’all!
ETA: doggio appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed re gettin’ paid today.
Jamie is a unisex name.
If not, call Swampy, he’s quite used to whineage over not getting paid.*
This should help.
You pretend to work, and they pretend to pay you.
I’ve got a load of sheets on the lines and a load of jeans in the washer. I’m showered and dressed more or less presentably. I’d say that’s quite the accomplishment for this hour of the morning!
Dogbutt?
:rolleyes:
