Pigs Inna Sleepingbag! Yay!
I had four packs of energy gel (banana peach flavor) on Sunday. You know those folks in Long Beach? They have some sort of crazy grasp on the space-time continuum. What was supposed to be 26.2 miles seemed no less than 42 miles. And it took longer than it should have.
I need some burly men to rub the knots out of my back, or something. 
I’m sorry, Taters. Losing friends sucks. Especially losing good ones. Have some hot cider.
So, you don’t keep Shetland hippos in the bathroom? If they’re all furry, they wouldn’t want to live in the bathtub, I guess. Has anyone else read that L. Sprague De Camp (or however you spell his name) about miniature bar elephants? I’m sure if I wrote to Costco, they’d start stocking hippos.
We put Osgie on a plane this morning. Well, really, we put her in a cab so’s she could get to the airport and take a plane. It was a fabulous weekend. Except that my Mum thinks I have bronchitis or pneumonia and thinks I should go to the doctor. Otherwise it was great.
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving! Proper Thanksgiving, which is far enough away from Christmas that you can not be sick of turkey at Christmas. We had Thanksgiving dinner at my parents’ house last night. Very yummy. Lots of pie.
I’ll have a swing at it. I always enjoy interpreting dreams.
Crayon buildings and school bus are representative of childhood. The shoes are indicative of adulthood, being big an’ all. Being unsure of your age it could go too ways. Either you are young and in a position in your life where you must “grow up” in a sense and take on more responsibility. If you are more mature then perhaps you feel inexperienced in a position you currently face. Either way, the challenge of reaching the lemonade stand was met which means that while you may have worries, you do not doubt your ability to overcome them and the obstacles that lay ahead of you. You also seem to expect rewards, that which is earned (lemonade) and that which is not (hippo). Not sure about the strangeness of the hippos and of Jackie Chan but the attack at the end could be a preemptive belief of retaliation against you for what you achieve. So if you are working to achieve something that you feel could be over your head but is still something you can succeed in, be humble and don’t let it go to your head, then you won’t get attack.
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Let me finish, you darn hamsters…
All advice or reasoning made by me is up to total scrutiny and is most likely wrong and therefore stupid.
I apologise for the double post.
Rue DeDay’s been out in the woods again, browsing for toadstools. :smack:
FairyChatMom, I thought we agreed that the next time Rue tried to slip out the screen door, you’d smack him with a Big Rubber Basketball Shoe? Right between the eyes?
Poor taters, big emotional blow ups leading to strife and stress, then a bad movie on top of it. Does it help to know I watched Idle Hands this weekend? Yeah, Patrick Swayze never made anything as bad as that thing.
Okay, my strange, recurring, dream is that I’m tiny and running around on the membranes of a dried up orange half. Yeah, I don’t get it either.
Y’know Lissla, I don’t think I can get behind such an early thanksgiving. Oh it’s fine for canada, up there where it’s so cool this time of year, but I’m still paying for air conditioning! To think of a turkey turking in the oven when it’s ninety outside, blurg. Otherwise, thanksgiving spaced properly away from giftmas would be excellant.
Yeah, well, then he looks at me with those puppy-dog eyes and I feel myself getting all mooshy, and the next thing I know, he’s backing out of the driveway in a swirl of autumn leaves. He knows how to get by me.
And once he gets hold of those toadstools, his puppy-dog eyes dialate to the size of soup plates!
His impromptu experiments with semi-magic mushrooms end up with him looking like an Anime character.
Now he’ll go go bury Coldfire in the backyard. Again. :smack:
Why don’t we have a member named Shoehorn Butterhorse, anyway?
Come to think of it, I haven’t used up my name change yet… :dubious:
I dreamt last night about one of my favorite boybands from when I was in high school - they were getting back together, and I wanted to get tickets for me and my cousins to go see them, but my cousin was flinching at the price of front row seats. So - somehow, I was able to strike up a deal with the guy at the ticket window for a better deal - but he was going to magically get the tickets - and when he tried the magic, it didn’t work. Then I woke up - and in the shower I realized that the guys from the band turned kinda skanky as they got older, so I don’t think I’d want to see them perform now anyway.
As for me - I had an ooh-shiny moment of weakness over the weekend (weak and week…hehehehe). I bought a verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry expensive necklace at Bloomingdales (yes - that many r’s in very), but I was lucky in that I got it at 50% off + an additional 15%, so that when the credit card bill comes, I’ll just be whining instead of committing hari-kari. I didn’t have any nice jewelry anyway, and this suits me - so it’s worth it.
I also went pumpkin picking and wandered a Maize Maze on Sunday. 'Twas fun - until I fell and dirtied up my jeans. It was still fun after that though - no major damage. I also got to have tea and scones that day - yummy.
(oh - and pile-on of hugs to Taters)
Susan
Thanks for the hugs, guys. I’m sorry I was such a downer. I’ve got some nerve, disappearing for three weeks and then coming in and putting cloud over Rue’s post. I apologize for that.
I’ll do my best to keep it light here.
We’re all waiting for St Helens to make up her mind. Either pop or calm down; just do something for pete’s sake! Now I can’t go to my favorite chanterelle hunting ground because the roads up there are closed. I’m running low, and I need to get some more.
The sun is shining here at least, so maybe I’ll pull the last of the weeds in the back; OR; maybe I’ll just watch some more bad television. Hundreds of channels, nothing to watch. I remember when I had just four channels to choose from and it was good enough then.
Don’t worry about it Taters. You’re one of Us. You’re in the Clique. You can say anything you danged well want. It gives us a chance to get all huggy on you and look sensitive.
Coldfire’s not burried in my backyard Bosda?.. So if it’s not… who… that could explain why the mail isn’t showing up anymore.
taters, honey, this is the MMP. You are allowed to post in whatever mood your are in. Rue said so! So there! 
Shroom hunting sounds interestin’. How do you know you aren’t pickin’ sumpin’ what’ll give you a bad trip? Or worse? How do you store them? Sometimes I feel like a shroom here at work… (okay, you know it’s comin’) …kept in the dark and fed bulls**t. :o
Tupug (SO sorry for the bad joke)
{{{{{ taters }}}}}
I do hope all works out in the end for you!
I also wanted to say that I miss vunderbob* and hope he is thinking of me, err, I mean us while on his super secret mission. And I miss swampy*, although I don’t hope that he is thinking about us while he is in the company of ACBG and having a good time.
Sure the mail’s not being delivered, but look how beautifully your marigolds are doing!
I was very sick last night. On the positive side, I can now cross stomach cramps off my to-do list. After three hours of bad sleep, you can call me Barfy McCrankypants. Or not, because I’m siiiiiiiick, and need to be petted. Pity me.
Lots of pity, Ashes.
I’m still sick, too. But I must go do laundry. Wow, I made about five spelling errors in this post. I hope I caught all of them.
Thanks Lissla, I feel much better now. There’s a reason Mom loves you best. And no laundry when you’re sick! Cheez, that’s where all the germs hide don’t you know.
Saaaaaaaaay!!! None of this stuff is catchy here on the MMP, is it??? Cause I ain’t had my flu shot yet. And the way things are lookin, I may not get one this year. I’m feelin kinda scratchy keff! keff ! keff
Tupug (So waddaya want…I’m a Virgo…and we tend to be slightly hypochondriacal)
Just in case anyone was wondering, I turned on the heat last night. It was something like 58 degrees in the house, and that’s just a tad too cool.
I guess fall is here in southern Maryland.
And if you weren’t wondering, you don’t have to read this.
I wanted to read it, really I did. But I had an eyelash fall into my eye. Owwie! So I went to the bathroom and dug it out. You’d think that would be the end of it and I’d be all better. Nope. When I got the first lash out, a second one fell in. Double owwie!
When I finally got the second lash out, my eye was all red and hurty. But the stray eyelashes were all evicted from my eyeball.