Something simultaneously less AND more weird than you think.
Just before VWife and I moved east, VunderKind was into medieval role-playing, something SCA-lite, and was making chain mail garments for people at the ripe old age of 15. There were many jokes about him making chain mail bikinis for the wimmin, and he started them, like any red-blooded hormonal teeenage son of mine should. 
Chain mail jockstraps are a small step beyond. And not my personal cup o’ tea.
I’m getting the feeling it was someone’s birthday around here…
Hmmm…
Happy belated birthday, Shadow!
Good luck moving, Haze.
I would think chain mail underwear would be uncomfortable. Mr. Lissar and I have both made chainmail (although not jockstraps), and it can pinch.
Mrrpgh. It’s too early for me have been up for hours.
Good morning, my little mumpers! Happy Firday to you! It’s Firday the 13th - I can’t believe nobody mentioned it!
Happy(belated) Birthday, Shadow!
{{{Haze}}}
All this talk about jockstraps… While I was getting ready for work this morning, I watched the show Clean House. (They clean up slobby people’s houses.) This guy had a jockstrap on the floor - it was a print of $100 bills. :eek:
I’m staying calm for now, but I’m starting to get a bit nervous. I’m having my gall bladder taken out next Tuesday. :eek: I hope it doesn’t hurt too much afterward. It’s laparoscopic, so it shouldn’t be too bad, right? Right? 
Have a good day, guys!
:: noogies ::
Gentlemen-
'splain to me-
Your lovely wife (played by, um, me) cooks a very nice dinner. As per custom, you (played by my husband) cleans up.
Why does cleaning up only mean “that which can be crammed in the dishwasher”?
Pots that require handwashing, the cooktop that is splattered etc apparently are not part of cleaning up.
There are no house-elves ( ), no cleaning fairies, no magic spells.
I end up doing it at 11:00 at night or the next morning.
If you’re wicked tired or whatever- let me know and I’m happy to help, or even do it- but don’t just leave it!!!
Carry on.
Happy belated, Shadow! throws confetti
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Today is my last day on the project. It’s a little bittersweet… actually, it’s a LOT bittersweet, because unlike most of the people on the team, I still have no clue what the future holds right now (besides the trained monkey job back in my home department).
Anyhoo, to celebrate, we’re all having a big pot luck lunch. My contribution is a peach and blackberry crisp, which I had to hide from The Boy lest he eat it once my back was turned. There’s a dirty rumour that there might be some champagne involved, which should make for an interesting afternoon, to say the least.
Soapy, serve him a raw piece of meat next time you make a nice dinner. When he complains, tell him that if he plans of half-assing the cleanup, you’re going to half-ass the cooking.
Happy belated birthday, Shadow!!!
Everyone think no-rain-tomorrow thoughts, okay?
Happy Belated Birthday Shadow!!!
Off to work, got the Don wannas.
My husband does that, too, if and when he ever cleans up. He leaves the pots “to soak.” :rolleyes"
I made these super-yummy choc chip pumpkin muffins this morning (which happen to be his fave).
Hah- now I’m thinking: “no muffins for you”!
Anyone want choc-chip pumpkin muffins?
I GOT THE JOB!!!
That is all.
Congrats, Mahna! That’s awesome!
Yeah! Have a muffin.
Happy Birthday, Shadow!
Thanks for the hugs people. Really, I’ve never been so unhappy about the fact it’s Firday. Ah well.
At least it’s not raining.
Hey everyone, I made it to Little Rock. Although it’s only a 1-hr drive on the interstate, this is a BIG DEAL for me, because although there’s nothing wrong with my car, per se, I had a bad blowout on the interstate a few years ago preceded by a bunch of vibration, so now when I have vibration in my car, I’m TERRIFIED, even if it’s just normal road noise/vibration.
swampy, vision-helmet isn’t working, I need pics!
Anyway, I’m sitting up at the medical school now waiting to talk to the dean of admissions about why I didn’t get in this year, which is neat. But between now and tomorrow evening, I have NOTHING planned, but didn’t want to make the trip up here twice. Tomorrow’s the big UnderBear party, you’re invited swampy and Bobbio. I’ll kick the guy sharing a hotel room with me out. Or include him, whatever. I’m staying in room 304. 
Mahna, congrats on the job!
Haze, ::sniff:: ::sniff::, I wish you didn’t have to go to Korea either. Good luck with the move. Big hugs to you!
Happy Belated Birthday, Shadow!
So far, it has been quiet here in my office. Huzzah! But, then again, I’ve only bee here about 50 minutes or so, so things may change.
Soapy, I can’t remember the last time my husband actually washed dishes. This is the kids domain, apparently. :rolleyes:
Well, I should actually do some work. I’ve got a couple of things that I could get done today since it’s so nice and quiet.
Yay Mahna[sup]2[/sup]!
{{{Haze}}} Poor bebeh, I sowwy!
Happy Bday, Shadow!
Speaking of which, everybody think “happy 21st birfday” thoughts to my friend in Iraq!
Himself is occupying the first fifty spots on The List allll by himself. Grrrrr.
Happy Firday, all!
zoom!
Many Happy Returns of the Day, Shadow.
Congrats, Mahna!
I just realized that it’s THAT Friday-the one before Haze leaves.
We never did do lunch… damn. Have a safe trip and keep us posted re That Guy and you etc.
I am torn today: do I rearrange my computer room or plant the baby transplants my mother gave me? Or both (ugh)?
BooFae–truly, she sounds like the boss well, not from hell (because she couldn’t whip it up enough to be from hell) but from heck. :rolleyes:
Woohoo, Mahna[sup]2[/sup]!!! That’s terrific!
Can I haz mufin?