Snow is too dang cold! Warm showers are nice, though. 
How can it be Monday already? Wah!!!
Dipsey’s aunt was out looking for him last night around 9:00 pm. I just don’t understand that kind of dog ownership. We gave him back, and now she knows where we live. I guess the mom didn’t tell her very good directions - she was looking for our house farther on down the street.
Stay warm and dry and pure, you guys! 
I don’'t wanna be pure.
: pouts:
Y’know, I don’t think I’ve heard that word since the last time I saw Stripes…
So we’re still at 100% of the polled population…?
Aw, we’re not strangers…? Right? RIGHT?!?
I’m sure we can help your de-purification wish come true
If I were up to the challenge, i.e., willin’ to put some thought into it, I bet I could come up with all kinds of shower product double entendre. However, for some reason my normally dirty ol’ mind is not functionin’ properly.
that shower stall better be ADA Compliant, or you’ll have to count me out. Of course, if it isn’t, I could just take videos for YouTube…
People who know me keep telling me I am a good person, nice, thoughtful, caring, yadda yadda yadda. I haven’t felt like “the good twin” since I was in school. I am my evil twin. At least that’s how I feel inside.
I don’t usually tell people this, but I am the evil twin and there is an even more evil twin lurking somewhere. I keep her in a box under the bed, and occasionally let her out to play but she insists on wearing beige which is never a good thing.
Being evil is much more fun than being good. Being good is highly over-rated in my book.
So, in the spirit of the OP, can we agree that the very best is being pure evil? :eek:
I’s now firmly ensconced in Cubeville. The projected 90 minute commute came close to 2 hours, not figuring for a minor quest for snackables.
The main roads were mostly clear with widely scattered patches of ice. The smaller roads are almost universally skating rinks.
Huzzah!
I rather prefer not being pure anything. That seems too predictable. I’d like to think of myself as a sort of hybrid of many, non-purified stuffs.
I can either be productive and do my taxes or take a nappy poo.
Flips Coin
Dang! Nappy poo chose heads and heads it is.
I’m disappointed because I really no, I mean it, really wanted to do my taxes. However, the coin toss says otherwise.
Oh well.
Nappy Poo time!
Swampy has shown hisself to be a pure liar.
Why put off 'til tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow?
Well, maybe not pure evil. More like 99 44/100.
I remember a cartoon I saw when I was little that someone had posted to the wall of their kitchen back home. Don’t remember which kitchen though. Think it may have been from an old copy of the New Yorker or such. It showed all these rich looking people around a pool with the ladies fainting and men running around in panic and one guy rushing up with a net and under it it said:
“The day the bar of Ivory Soap sunk”
That is a little odd of a flashback even for me. Where in my brain that one was or why it was still there I don’t know but I can picture it even now.
Back at work (I hope) basically for real. The best I’ve done since Christmas was maybe a 10 hour week. I have the comp and vacation time and the boss is OK with me but I feel guilty. So will just be driving through the Dope here and there for now.
My netbook’s status is listed as “Waiting for part.” Which means it should get fixed and returned at some time in the near future. YAY!
8F? Huh. My car doesn’t much like starting at that temp without the heater having been plugged in. I still don’t know why it decided to be so awesome the morning after the power outage and start up like nothing ever happened when it had gotten down to about 0. I nearly cried. Seriously.
I need to go purify my kitchen and bathroom floors. They’re a mess.
ANNOUNCEMENT:
I HAVE DONE MY TAXES
Thus, I can declare today to have been productive.
That is all.
you LIED to us! You said you were going to nap! I think we should all glare at you in disapproval.
::glare::
I did nap BioRosie! After nappy poo time I buckled down and did my taxes. See. I did both!
It’s just that, when I did my taxes, I didn’t allow anything else to persuade me to toss a coin. It’s called discipline. Ok, it’s called couldn’t think of anything else to do instead. Still, I did my taxes and that’s productive.
Now, you just take back that glare of disapproval. 
Blergh. Feel morning sick.
Carry on, everyone.