– stop.
Still looking for sigs people!
Message to Nava: Vote early and often! 
Yeesh.
That “dress” is rather ugly, too…
Are you suggesting **Moooom **needs a maternity dress? 
Do you know something the rest of us don’t? :eek:
Enjoy your Sundays, everyone, while (Dotty and) I slave away :grumble, grumble:
Slave all you want Nooner! I am serving out my notice, hence doing as little as I can and trying to keep as low a profile as possible!
ETA: Speaking of which, I think it’s time I wandered down to Costa Coffee for another skinny latte and chocolate walnut brownie!
Spaz, I love that it’s in virginal white. :rolleyes:
CutiePie, I’m not sure if it was you or someone else who gave me the link to Zaftique some time back, but I had looked at most of what they had. Again, a lot of the models are smaller than I am, as are the mannequins, so I just can’t see the dress “on” me. While I do like several of them, I’m now hesitant to order - I just don’t want the hassle of sending stuff back.
Dotty, I actually came across that one, and I’m hoping to see it in the store. Again, the model is less of a woman than I am, so it’s hard to judge.
Flutter, I’m being helped to find my mother-of-the-bride outfit. I truly hate dresses, so that’s the first issue, and I really can’t shop on line, which is the other issue. I’ll probably just end up shopping when I go to see my daughter at the end of the month. Maybe she and I can find something that isn’t hideous. It’s an afternoon wedding, so I don’t want floor length or too much glittery stuff. Honestly, I’d be happy with a nice pant suit. The search goes on.
I woke with the kitteh beside me again, but with a twist - he’d burrowed under the bedspread. He’s such a goof. About half of our clocks are reset, maybe more. I’ll catch them all before the day is over, I hope. The howling winds have subsided, and there are broken branches and twigs all over the yard. I’m glad I cleared up the leaves last week - at least most of the back yard is still clear.
Plans for the day - critter food and litter run, plus I need furnace filters. And probably groceries. There are a least 2 more loads of clothes to wash, and I want to spend a few hours in my studio - I have 4 pieces to underglaze and the 3 from yesterday to decorate. The underglaze can be done whenever since those pieces are dry, but the other 3 need to get done pretty soon while they’re still damp.
**FCD ** will continue to work - his design is done, but he’s having to do the detail drawings for manufacture and construction. That’s not the fun part, so he’s not having fun. Poor baby.
So, rest easy, for you now know what my day holds. And have a Happy Sunday!!!
How can it already be Sunday??? And I hate that it’s an hour later than it should be.
I had weird dreams again. I was getting married (I blame all the dresses in this thread for that one) to someone I didn’t particularly like, but apparently felt obligated to marry. It wasn’t that I actively disliked the guy, I was just “meh” about him. Also, there was something my Mom wanted me to do, but I couldn’t because I would have moved away by then. The moving away didn’t have anything to do with getting married, though.
Eeep, it’s cold out. 8 merrkun, or -13 furrin degrees. :eek:
I’m going to church around the corner in a few minutes (there’s no way I’m digging out my car to go to my regular church). Hoping their early mass is more inspiring than the later mass. I’ve only been to this church once and it was really not my style. I think they have a choir at the early mass.
I just ate a can of corn with cheese melted on it for breakfast.
Off to purtify.
GT
Up, caffeinating, off to slave away like Lunch. Clocks reset. See you tonight, or page two of the new MMP.
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Don’t forget - your clocks should be forward - DST started at 2am this morning!
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When I woke up (an hour ago) I felt like I’d slept well. Now, not so much. But it’s sunny (if not cold enough to freeze helium) and this afternoon I’ll be playing board games with friends, so it’s good day.
beebs - you want more ideas? how are these:
If you can keep your head while those around you lose theirs, you obviously do not have a full grasp of the situation.
“What’s the point of being grown up if you can’t act childish?” - the 5th Doctor
After the Apocolypse, all that will be left is Keith Richards, 10 million cockroaches, and some maraschino cherries my sister buried in the back yard in 1968. (rosie original)
been there, done that, paid the shareware fee. (rosie original - companion to: )
in search of the information superhighway offramp. (another original)
Mornin’. DST has screwed me up. It really time to be up already!!!
We had the family bday party for both my kids last night- turning 10 and 13. Some family drama that I was not in the mood for.
Fortunately, it was subtle and could be forgotten if I was feeling generous. Unfortunately, I am not.
Bleh.
Mornin’. I had an ambulance shift last night, and my butt is sore, 'cuz all I did was pick it. Two shifts in a row, too.
I have to do taxes today, so VunderKind can file for financial aid tomorrow. Today will be Teh Suck…
I have a very large file of signatures and bumper stickers for anyone interested in such things. Y’all know how to find me.
The white is to show off her leathery, leathery tan. And the boobs that distracted beebs from…THE HORROR…THE HORROR. (Seriously, beebs, are you that hard up for boobs? There are many boobs of a higher quality all around you. Don’t waste your vision on leathery fake boobs.)
While we’re on the topic of dresses, how about this pink number from Messrs. Jay, Cee, and Penney? It would be nice for a spring wedding. (This is a spring wedding, right?)
I plan to take the Zeldadog out to the creek today for a walk and then watch movies all day. I’m on break today.
I’m back from church and the grocery store, so I now have milk, something that will soon be bread, and apples and carrots. I’m going to make apple crisp after a while. I’m having a hankering for it for some unknown reason.
Off to deal with the kitchen.
GT
I’ll be expecting a piece of it when it’s done in my CD drive… 
Excerpt from my journal.
I’m cleaning my apartment.
HAH
Good morning everyone. I’m up and caffienating. I hate the fact that it’s an hour later than my body says it is.
In just a few minutes, I’ll have to go upstairs and take a shower so we can all go out to breakfast.
Plans today call for me doing our taxes. Oh joy, not… :rolleyes: I hate doing our taxes.
I’ll need to run errands and what not too, but we’ll see how long it takes to do my taxes.
Yes, they were primed by me. My spies are everywhere. (speaking of “where”, I can’t believe I typed “where” for “wear” in one of my posts… :eek: ).
And, btw, those were American koi–born and bred!
I am up–lousy sleep last night–and flatironing my Buckwheat head before toddling off to the library(again).
I like the style of dress Dotty found. I don’t like mauve (My MIL’s house is completely mauve except for one baby blue bathroom.)
This is the place for shitty night recaps and group therapy, right? I’m about to don the sackcloth shirt here…
Just got home from friend’s place in Lincoln Square. To cut a story so long and convoluted I can’t even process it now short, I was cockblocked in about the worst way. Briefly, we picked up an interesting and attractive girl at closing time at a real dive (4am close, tho) and brought her back to his place to have a few more. We had a very hot makeout session and shared some Tender Moments. We were all pretty drunk, she was tired and it was getting light out so friend and I took couches and she fell asleep in his bed. I was awakened this morning to daylight and the sound of friend and girl’s lovemaking from his room. Ya, I broke the hell out of there. At this time, I can only assume he played by The Rules but what the hell, man? I’m really, really dreading his telling of the story.
Now, I’m in that horrible mode where I’m maybe still a little drunk (or I wouldn’t be here) and all keyed up but on only 2 hours of light sleep/dozing so everything is all tweaky. No way I’ll get to bed until tonight. My stomach hurts, my contacts feel like little sandy disks on my eyeballs and I doubt any conventional headache remedy is going to handle the mess I feel coming on.
So, I figure I’ll dress in burlap to really make it a day to remember. Maybe dip it in giardiniera juice and flay myself to drive it into the record books. I dunno…
Just kill your roomate.
Then write a haiku.
Howdy, all. Thanks for causing me to spend an hour of my life looking at that ugly dress site; I’d seen it a while back, but there’s lots of (hideous) new additions. I really should submit a photo of the black/red/yellow plaid tuxedo that’s on display in the front window of a tailoring shop at the maul; it’s, uh, just amazing. :rolleyes:
Anyway, yesterday evening Papa Tigs and I decided to play hooky and go to a casino. First thing we did when we got there was go have a buffet dinner. The line for seating people was getting backed up, and so the young woman on the cash register wasn’t ringing anybody up for a minute till the line got shorter; apparently one couple she told to wait for a minute didn’t appreciate it, because Papa Tigs a minute later overhead the woman bitching to her husband about
“that saucy young Nigra!”
:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
Anyway, we came home better off than we went thanks to Papa Tigs’ winning ways, so now I’m just scratching my head that people still use that terminology in this day and age. I mean, my grandmother did, but she was born in 1901, for heaven’s sake!
Isaac is the smartest doggie! The other day when Papa Tigs had the Idiots at the vet for their checkups, they accidentally nipped the pad on his left rear foot while they were trimming his nails – which isn’t surprising, considering how he squirms when he gets his nails cut. So they bandaged it up nicely and put a nice felt-like bootie over it, and said to leave it on for a couple of days or until he removed it, whichever came first. That was Friday morning. Not only has he not tried to remove it one single time, but he waits patiently for us to fasten a plastic bag over it when he goes outside to do his business, since it’s been so wet and muddy! It’s like he knows it’s there to help him heal and make him feel better, so he just doesn’t bother it! I’m quite amazed; I’ve never had a dog that didn’t immediately try to chew off any bandage before. (Although when our last golden retriever, Casey, had a tumor removed from her shoulder and wouldn’t leave a bandage on the surgery site, we dressed her in an old t-shirt and she loved it, thought she was really stylin’! Silly doggie! I still miss her, she was a total sweetheart. 
)
I’ve got nuttin’ else today. Except some work I probably should start working on. Unfortunately, it doesn’t just do itself while I contemplate it. Sigh.
my friend was fucking
this skank i met at a bar
so i killed them both
oh boy, i’m going to hell.