Are you implying I can't high-five with one hand and slam a shot with the other?
I'm so sorry the back pain is back, Cash.
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Are you implying I can't high-five with one hand and slam a shot with the other?
I'm so sorry the back pain is back, Cash.
I think I need a bath. I have had wine. but I woke up with back pain this am. ( it gets better as I move more). we just threw wall board compound on the wall I get to paint tomorrow. I am thinking it might take more than tomorrow. This is an evil paneled wall - one of many. we are trying to disguise it with paint - even though this is a wall that will be hidden by bookcases. It is our experimental wall. I am hopeing for a good results. I hate the evil paneling - but in this case , if there is wall board, it is dead. so it would have to be replaced on removeal. but DH wants it to look more like wall board, if painted. I am rambling about walls. soo saaddd.
Emmett's team lost a heartbreaker.
They were winning going into the bottom of the last inning. The other team had a runner at second with two outs.
The pitcher got a comebacker, but instead of throwing to first to get the easy force, win the game and go to the finals, instead threw to third where they didn't get the out, and the other team went on to win.
Translated into Fannish: Pippin manages to get the One Ring away from Gollum at the very crack of Mount Doom, breathes a sigh of relief and absent-mindedly hands it to a nearby Orc.
Emmett, however, went 3-3 with a walk.
Husband~ma, Connie.
How much do I love the game reports a la Tolkein? THIIIIISSS much.
Crisis du jour: We're supposed to go to Moldova in a couple weeks to participate in our best friend's wedding. R's boss has refused his leave (4 days) for this.
ETA: Oh, connie, I just read Beep Me. That makes my crisis look silly. All the ~ma in the world to you both!
R's boss has refused his leave (4 days) for this.
Well that's just plain shittiness. I don't suppose it's one of those jobs where you can call in fake sick for a couple of days either, is it?
Hec, thank you so much for translating Baseball into a language I understand. LotR works even better than The Wizard of Oz.
The roles of men and women are different! The role of women is to sleep with me! The role of men is to not sleep with me!
Yes!
thinks
Hang on, no. The roles of men and women are the same! The role of women is to sleep with me! The role of men is to sleep with me!
reflects. looks at empty bed. sighs.
Let's try that again. The role of women is not to sleep with me! The role of men is not to sleep with me!
....bollocks to this.
Connie, all -ma to you and yours. (Haven't read BeepMe yet, but I gather it's needful.)
Connie, all good thoughts for your husband, and for you, too.
Hec, I'm sorry about Emmett's team's loss. I COMMed your post, but was COMMing the fannish translation, not the pain (I left Emmett's 3-3 with a walk in there though, because good on him).
I've been meaning to ask for a couple of days, is this regular little league still, or a summer league? We've signed Ben up for a summer league (the "Sandlot" league, the name of which pleases me to no end because of the film by the same name) but either they haven't started playing yet, or they took our 30 bucks and ran.
beth, my mother had really good results painting paneling. She didn't try to make it not look like paneling though (no joint compound, just paint). And in the end, it didn't look like paneling, anyhow. I mean, the grooves weren't filled in or anything, but it still looked like a whole new thing, and the grooves weren't noticeable. I'm just mentioning, in case applying wallboard compound gets too tedious, or if won't stay put.
Cashmere, I hope you got some relief from your pain. Please don't read the political blogs before you go to bed. Watch Veronica Mars, instead.
Raq, Robert's boss is being jerkly.
Some sleep was achieved. Alas, it was neither through tequila or yoga but some sort of quiet meditation.
I promise to not make my head go 'splodey right before bedtime.
R's boss is an asshead.
I love the little league updates. DH was a baseball player and I sort of miss the games.
Well that's just plain shittiness.
Yes, yes it is. He's one of those Chicken Little bosses. The quote was "You left me for 3 weeks to go on vacation! You can't leave me again!" Because it's all about him.
And Robert wasn't on vacation, he was on a mandatory trip to the USAWC for State.
The boss, of course, is going to be out of the office for months...which is okay with everybody, as they all spent R's first day back from USAWC begging him to never leave again.