I may not have killed the MMP, but I sure knocked it unconscious for a bit.
enjoy this LOL.
G’nite
Prayers and good thoughts headed out to your niece,** Bumba**.
Sorry about the migraine, Nava. Hope it’s cleared up by now.
Not sure where the evening went. Need to get to bed.
Hugs.
GT
The closest I get to synesthesia is that I feel gray with certain headaches. I actually amazed someone about two weeks ago - they’d not run across too many people that actually had any clue what synesthesia was.
Happier colors please. My car is brown (IIRC, its actual name is Java) and the truck is Inferno Red. (Think fire engine, but a tad darker and with metallic flake.)
My pants are blue, my shirt is plaid with about five colors and my new Le Creuset pot is inky black.
At least the Department of Homeroom Insecurity, err Homeland Security, has finally abandoned that color terror scale. Were we at tangerine or pumpkin? I’m thinking pumpkin is worse as you could just about take their head off if you threw one at someone hard enough. Tangerines would probably just sting and leave welts. But then the juice would attract ants. Around here, it would naturally be fire ants.
Speaking of regional plagues, we’re supposed to be in for a noisy season of cicadas, and soon, the trees will have their annual orgy and dust everything pale itchy green.
Migraine is gone, now I’ve got a crankyish tummy but that’s my fault (shouldn’t have had that milkshake).
Mom had a wordgasm when I told her there is a word for how Middlebro would describe physical sensations using colors and I understood it just fine and was able to translate. I’m not kinesthetic but apparently the ability to grok what your younger siblings are saying no matter how weird other people may find it is widespread.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ YAWN 'Tis 45 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 80. Looks like one of those wear a jacket until around elevinish days.
And now this…
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HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!!!
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And…
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ERIN GO BRAGH!!!
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We had a really good soup 'n sammich (veggie chili and a nummy veggie cream soup with pimento cheese sammiches) and church service last night. Our church sign says “Happy “US” Day”. 
Dindin tonight shall be (duh!) corned beef and cabbage with new N.O.T. and carrots. Plus by request of OYKW some Killian’s Red. He lurves that stuff!
Speakin’ of dindins, our St. Patrick’s Celebration will be on Sattidy at the church house. This means I get to go there on Firday to cube up chuck roasts and then spend all day Sattidy makin’ our world reknowned (what? it is in my world!) St. Patrick’s It’s Irish Because We Say So Stew. The corned beef is gettin’ cooked on Firday also so it can be sliced cold Sattidy mornin’ and then reheated in the convection oven. Oh and plus, this bein’ a Firday in Lent, this week’s Firday service is EvenSong. Plus also, at some point Firday afternoon the keg of green beer must get picked up. Of course, a few hours of irk must also ensue Firday.
Feel better all you sickies!
Now I go to seek out more caffiene and brekkie for a very rumbly tummy.
Later Y’all!
Da Boss is nice, but sometimes I wish he’d be a bit less eager to help. His background is in Finance; we’re taking requirements, I’m handling Maintenance. He was at the meeting and at one point I uh, growled at him to please be silent for a minute, oops…
Seriously, if two people who speak the same language, which is Martian to you, are talking to each other, gerofftheway!
Eventually those of us who speak Maintenancish were able to reach an agreement and make a Plan, yay. Looks like I’m possiby going to find myself out of a project sometime during the summer, boo - specially because, knowing Da Boss, I won’t really know until the last minute (I want to call in the electrician and a painter, but that needs advance warning).
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ERIN GO BRA-LESS!!!
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There, Swampy, I corrected the spelling for you. 
Blurfs, brekkies, caffeination, yada yada yada.
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Top o’ the morning to all of you.
My brother came across this Irish Rovers song last night. Hadn’t thought of it in ages and ages.
Time to get up and out there. All-day meeting, with other meetings interspersed in there. Fun.
Hi gotti!
Happy Thursday, all!
GT
Morning all! My MMP is in GREEN today, naturally in honor of St. Patrick. 
Other than that, I’m sorta blurfy today - woke up late and am running very late to work. So everyone have a great Thursday - we’re almost to the weekend.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Work now, drinking later.
Oh. Mayybe I should wear green today. I don’t know if I own any green.
We’re here, we’re awake, I’m thinking about plans for the day and it’s almost Nat’s breakfasttime. Very exciting.
Does he eat like a teenager, too?
Slightly less crazy work day today although I will still be pleased to see Saturday when it finally arrives.
Other than that nuttin exciting. On the OP theme I have a varied closet of clothes in different colours. One colour I cannot wear is red. Bad bad look on me but I have lots of purple and greens and blues and some burnt orange and creams and many others. I am not however wearing green today. Not even green underwear.
Later gators!
:: pinches **mmms **::
I’m wearing a crazy blouse with green and purple and whote and black and turquoise…
I’m wearing turquoise right now. Does that count as green?
Don’t pinch me! My uniform shirt is green! That’s how I avoided the Great Morning Staff Meeting Pinching this morning.
Howdy Y’all! Home from irk. Corned beef is sliced and soon I shall start on the cabbage, carrots and N.O.T.. I even have a loaf of Irish soda bread but I think I already mentioned that.
gt I love that song and haven’t heard it in years.
Later Y’all!
Ow!
I wore pink and black today. If anyone had pinched me, they’d have been decked because I bruise easily.
It’s beautiful and sunny and mild, so the house is open. Tomorrow will be beautifuller and warmer. Today all I want to do is sleep. A certain little dog who narrowly escaped being killed decided to bark at 11:30 last night, so I took her out. All she did was walk around and sniff. Back in the house, back to bed, and at midnight, the little bitch started barking again. Back out, more sniffing, no peeing. I was furious.
I think she sensed it, because she didn’t bark any more. But I was so angry, it took till almost 1 for me to wind down and fall back to sleep. Naturally, my alarm went off at 5 as usual. So I’m beat. The dog will be beat if she pulls this crap again!
That’s all I’ve got for now. C’mon Firday!!!
URP Excuse me! I lurve me some corned beef and cabbage and stuff. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM… full!