…huh? Well, what the heck an I thinking of? I know what lox is (the kosher food and the industrial-air thing) so I’m pretty sure I wasn’t confusing that.
Odd. Moderately successful hijack, though. 
It’s like the darn cat is proud of it’s anus or something. It walks around the house mewing like we’re all ears with it’s hind legs extended skyward and tail on point. Every time it turns to brush against us we have to jump out of the way lest we get pucker punched. Seriously, it looks like a big knot on an oak tree.
We don’t worry about the number of diapers in our trash because they take those out at the recycling center and send 'em to the military. They keep 'em in missle silos to use in developing biological warfare weapons. My kid’s got her own silo, as hers are extra poopery.
We keep wilted lettuce from Denny’s on hand, just in case we run out of bandaids.
One of the hummingbirds in the yard has a nervous tick.
::Adorns sequinned gown, poofs up hair, grabs air-mike and starts singing::
Shibby, Shibby,
Oh, ShibbySchmack,
When are you comin’ back?
That’s too cool of you, dear ShibbOleth. I will take you up on it.
The watermelon thing is from an old “Our Gang” (or was it “Little Rascals” by then? And why did they change the name, anyway?) episode. I swear, I could sit and watch that show for hours. It just cracks me up. Those darned kids!
Easily Amused,
Sophie
There’s no egg in the Flan of Peace. No animals were harmed at all. Not even little chicken embryos. If it makes you feel better, you could eat it with a side of bacon. Or a rasher of bacon. It is bacon that comes in rashers, isn’t it?
I don’t think it’d mix all that well, flan and bacon, but what the heck, we’re all adults here. Except for Baby Jester. I’m so irked at him. “Boo hoo hoo, I can’t come out and play. My mean Mommy and Daddy won’t let me be your friend.” I’m also irked at Medea’s Kid. “Oh boo hoo hoo, I have real life considerations to consider, I can’t come play.” I guess to be fair I should be irked at Guinastasia too. But, first, I didn’t know she might be hitching a ride with Zap, and second… no, there was only that one thing. I’m not irked at Guin though. I only have so much irk to go around, so she gets shorted on the whole irk thing.
-Rue.
I can’t find a recipe for flan without eggs, so Rue’s Flan of Peace must be an entirely different animal. Perhaps this animal is fish. I like fish, I like (regular old violent) flan, but I am not sure that I could love a flan made of fish, Sam I am.
I know all about Rue’s Flan of Peace, but that’s 'cause I’m his extra-special-Number-One Friend-Buddy-Chum-and-Pal. Plus I made goo-goo eyes at him and he told me everything. Ah yes, I have powerful goo-goo eyes. I could use them to make Rue my own personal Love Slave if I had half a mind to, but my husband is such a poop about me bringing home Love Slaves so I had to quit.
So I’ll just make goo-goo eyes for Flan of Peace, or a piece of flan, or flannel.
FCM has the recipe for flan! Chum, goo-goo eyes and poop! Thank god. At last we know.
Speaking of cooking. Today I got up at 6:45 this morning, 6:45 in the AM do you hear, and baked muffins. For my darling family? Nope. (But Cuddle Boy™ did get one, which he ate on the bathroom floor while I showered.) No, they were for the slobs here at work, who, incidentally have been feeding me all week, and will continue to do so until December 21. We have a tradition, here in my division at work, of The 12 Pounds of Christmas, which is what you gain after standing at the trough every workay, feasting on the culinary masterworks of your peers. (Or the bounty of the Kroger deli, depending.) I also brought My Famous Texas Caviar for the masses to munch – a crowd-pleasing dish if there ever was one. Blackeye peas, hominy, salsa, onions, peppers, loads of garlic (I’ve got a Pampered Chef™ garlic press and I know how to use it). All scooped up on tortillas. Yum yum. Email me, and the recipe is thine.
Hey and thanks lieu. I’ll be visualizing a kitty pucker punch the rest of the day.
Sophie: it’s Vince Guaraldi, sweet pea. Pronounced gwuh-RALL-dee. Gotta agree with the two-year-old about the album. It’s definitely butt-shakin’ music. Whenever I hear the Peanuts theme I hop around like Snoopy. My ears rotate and everything.
That’s a bummer about the shoe shopping thing. Don’t be like me, though. When I get like that I buy station wagons. My closet is full of 'em.
My goodness, you definitely are adorning that sequined gown. It ain’t half as luminous as your smile. When you’re done singing to Shibb will you keep the gown on, please? We need to film a spot for my car dealership. Here, hold this frying pan. . . 
Rue: Don’t be mad at Guinistasia. She never signed on for the trip. What happened was that thinksnow and I thought about kidnapping her and bringing her along. That’s OK, though. It leaves more room for Flan of Peace in the Lansing Lexus, since I definitely decided that I’m bringing the Oldsmobile.
People laugh at me for owning a big station wagon with phony wood on the side but I don’t care. It’s a cool car and it holds lots of stuff. Whenever people want to move something they call me. And it’s more useful than a pickup because if you’re not hauling stuff you can flip the back seat up and carry two more of your friends plus a couple of duffle bags. It’s great.
Plus, there are plenty of cool chicks out there that dig station wagons. Some folks on this list know what I’m talking about.
Zap!
I’ve got a favorite flannel shirt, its green, but its been washed and then really dried so that the sleeves are too short. but I really like that shirt. so very comfortable.
I never got to wear that shirt to the Italian resturant, it was already shrunk by that time. the wife’s dress code.
I have made flan while wearing that shirt though. tasty flan.
is Bob Hope still alive?
I wonder if he has any flannel shirts? does he like flan?
Oof, I give. I’ll never make it with this crowd.
So I open this thread planning on addressing the OP but before I do I just wanted to mention that I am listening to what is possibly the best ever recorded cover of a Tom Jones song. It is It’s Not Unusual and the band is The Wild Colonials. I don’t think they are really colonials. I think that they are Americans. Although America was once a colony so perhaps they are colonials. I’m really not sure what makes them wild. Maybe they mean “wild” as in “undomesticated.” Or they could mean “wild” as in “wild and crazy.” Their music doesn’t seem all that wild and crazy so I’m guessing they are undomesticated.
Speaking of undomesticated, do you think it is odd that I like to get in the bathtub while the water is still running? As a matter of fact, I get kind of bored of the bath when the water is not running. If I’m not quite finished with my soak I usually drain out a little water just so I can fill it right back up. I suppose this is terribly wasteful of water. Maybe I should keep all of my house plants in the bathroom. Then when I am taking a bath and need to add more water, instead of draining out some of the water I can just scoop it into the plants. That way the plants get watered and I get my happy time flowing water bath.
In closing, I would like to say that Buca di Beppo’s has a Pope’s Head Table.
Yeah, I was wondering why you didn’t at least rate an honourable mention. Perhaps you should buy a vowel?
Now I am starting to confuse this thread with that other thread.
I just snuck away for a while to run up to Jungle Jim’s and buy some goodies for Sankt Niklaustag. So now I am stocked up with candies, fruits, small toys, nuts, etc. I also got some beers in case anyone gets thirsty next week. Should I lay in any other supplies?
Buca di Beppo, bippa di booppo, bippity-bobbety-boo.
How could you get this thread confused with any other Shibby Shibby Shibb O-Ramma? That is there and this is here and there can’t be here, although I’ve heard of there and if they have a bunch of cows there, then I’ve herd of there, but there is not here. You hear?
And: No matter where you go, there you are.
Even if you are a cow. Although you aren’t a cow, 'cause they don’t have keyboards big enough for hooves.
I thought I was going to get my Secret Santa today. The FedEx guy came. At least a FedEx guy came. I’m guesssing there’s more than one. If there were only one, boy! would he be busy. Although he’d be done by 10:00. (It is FedEx that says they’ll deliver everything by 10:00, isn’t it?) As it turned out, it wasn’t my Secret Santa gift. It was a non-Secret Santa gift. From me to me. Technically it’s from the Little Woman to me. Even more technically it’s from L.L. Bean to me. (I always say “La La Bean”, but that’s me.) It came today, and it wasn’t very secret. It wasn’t flannel either. Or red.
It’s a barn coat. Which is more of a jacket than a coat. And it wouldn’t fit a barn. Not a regular barn, maybe a real little one. A tiny shed. With itty bitty cows.
What’s so hard about this? You don’t even need to rhyme.
-Rue.
I think it’s all of the cross-posting. For example, I think that dwyr is cross at you right now, Rue. Mebbe me, too, but I’m not the celebrity here, I’m just plucky comic relief. Or I’m doomed by the end of the episode, but I’m hoping for plucky comic relief. And it’s a bad time to get on dwyr’s bad side, 'cause he turns out that we need her. Through the power of the Search function, I’ve figured out that dwyr is in Lexington, and that she’s a she. Those strange screen names (like mine) always confuse people on the gender role thingie. Anyway, since cherry_blossom_ has inherited a new evil boss, and Ellen can’t play, dwyr is the last Lexidoper that I know of. So we need to visit her and hers on 15 Dopecember. For the DopeToYourDoor thing. You know the one. Flanofpeas and all that.
BTW, I’ve just got an e-mail from The Mermaid and she’s voting for Montgomery Inn. I love when I get Doper e-mails. It also looks like Tevya’s going to play. And it looks like I need to buy another bed so I’ll have someplace to put thinksnow. Anybody else that wants to stay at my place is going to have to sleep in the basement. Which isn’t so bad, since it is carpeted, has it’s own (half) bathroom, and lots of stuffed animals and toys strewn about the place.
[sub]How’s that for name dropping?[/sub]
Dopefest miles: 0. I’m too young. <sigh> And too anonymous.
Ah well, such is life.
I just ate a lot of rice and beans. Mmmm, protein. I love Ben and Jerry’s ice cream-- their new Apple Crumble flavor is mmm-mmm-good.
I’m going to Morocco for Christmas vacation with my family, and I’m really excited. I haven’t been on a trip with my brother and sister since I was about seven.
My sister is getting married soon; she’s 22. I like the guy, and they’re really cute together. I wonder if it’s early? I guess they’ll be happy. I hope so!
Hey,
people are actually talking about me.
I’m frightened.
dwyr, you never did respond to me, and I had such fun writing that post. 
A thousand apologies celestina. Actually, your magnificent paean was primarily what prompted my comment about not being able to make it, I shot my wad on the first post. Quite sad really.
But I’ll gladly sit here and appreciate the gloriousness[sup]*[/sup] that is this thread.
(If I haven’t killed it of course. :))
*[sub]Is that a word, or have I been infected?[/sub]
Kill this thread? dwyr, I don’t hink even penicillin could kill this puppy.
And how do you say your screen name? I think it would be like Elmer Fudd talking about the thing next to the washer in the laundry room. (“Dwy-uh” only with more “r” at the end.)
So, Ellen’s out? Dern! And El Blossomo Cherry-o is locked in a dungeon somwhere and can’t get out at all? Also, dern! We’re out of LexiDopers? Well Laura Dern to that too!
If think is coming here, is there anywhere we get to go? Is there anyone left on our itinerary? Please say yes. Oh please!
Did you see I have a new icon down there at the bottom of my posts? Yeah, I do. It was a spite thing. I’m not proud of it, but it’s the truth. I saw Fenris finally has his e-mail icon. (He could have had it out for a real long time, but I just noticed it.) So I had to add an icon to stay ahead. So I threw together a web page. It’s kinda a stinky one, but it’s good enough to score me that little red house. And it links to pictures. So there’s that. Not many pictures, but I can always add more later. If I remember that is.
Oh wait. That whole middle part. That should be in the other thread. Oh well, it’s not. What can you do. I might link it over. But probably not. Probably not.
-Rue. (Mr. Negative on the linking front)